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The innocence of the 1950s makes the perfect backdrop because of this new historical relationship saga... "By Grace you have been saved..." (Ephesians 2:8) Childhood friends Leah and Erica have been sacrificial lambs at the altar of the scandalous problem within the Catholic Chapel, violated by those people who have, in their lust for ability, converted the sacred profane. The mystery of Leah's disappearance leads to a long-awaited reunion, but it is tainted by both their loss of innocence and a profound, unfathomable sorrow, which only leads to more secrets which may have yet to be uncovered. The revelations Erica and Daddy Michael have already open in their search to find the real truth have only scratched the top of mystery they can be about to unravel. But will their breakthrough serve to save lots of them and redeem the innocence they have lost, or will the sins of the fathers prove to be too powerful and ruin all of them? EXCERPT:"You look lovely, Erica." She glanced up at Daddy Michael's smooth words, spoken merely to her, on her behalf ears only. Her father and Daddy Patrick were speaking about Eisenhower quite loudly and Leah--she was still off in her own little world. "Thank you." "I miss our Mayflower mornings." They had met for coffee every morning at the Mayflower cafe for weeks, but then, after Leah had come home, after things had progressed between Erica and Daddy Michael to the stage where neither of these could deny that they felt anymore, he previously just stopped approaching. No warning, no little or nothing. She couldn't your investment soft press of his lips against hers, just how her heart and soul leapt at his touch. The heart and soul just didn't lie, and her heart and soul had beat for him since. The Mayflower have been their little refuge, and when he'd finally ceased coming, she had lost something much worse than her shattered heart could endure. She'd lost the one man she had ever truly loved. "Me too," Erica admitted. "I wish..." But of course he recognized what she wished. She recognized he wished it too. "I've something for you." He cleared his neck, taking a sip of his drink. "A small Christmas item. I meant to give it to you last night, after midnight mass..." Erica kept in mind just how he'd viewed her, how he'd frowned when he found Clay bending down to whisper something into her hearing to make her have fun, how her already shattered heart seemed to shatter again to bits. Just when she thought it couldn't break ever again, it just happened again, as if her heart and soul could continue steadily to split into the littlest pieces, the tiniest atoms. He'd motioned on her behalf, but she'd dismissed him, turning to Clay instead, pretending never to see, never to notice. She was punishing him, punishing them both, but what else could she do? She needed him, he needed her, nonetheless they couldn't be collectively. What more do he want from her? "I thought maybe we might have coffee at the Mayflower on Mon. Just this once?" Erica hesitated, biting her lip. She recognized she shouldn't. He leaned in, whispering, "Besides, I've some information for you, Nancy Drew." She couldn't help the smile that propagate over her face. Every time they had put their mind together to solve a mystery, whether it was finding absent Leah's whereabouts or unraveling the secrets of the Mary Magdalenes, Daddy Michael had made jokes, calling her Nancy Drew and saying he was just one of the Hardy Young boys. "Okay." She advised herself she shouldn't undertake it, shouldn't surrender, it was only prolonging the torture for both of these. But she couldn't withstand, she couldn't say no, in spite of her better view. Besides, she never could withstand a secret.
