Evelyn Graham-Frost had it all: a job she loved, a daughter she adored, and a life far away from the pain and bitterness of her childhood. Then in the flash of an eye, everything disappears when a career-ending fall from her world champion show horse, Grey Cliffs’ Snowman, lands Evelyn on the ground and jobless.
When the offer to return to her childhood home as the new trainer at Grey Cliffs presents itself, she is torn between the life she’s built, and the love of the man she ran away from ten years previous. Going back means giving her daughter a chance to connect with the father she’s never met, but it also means facing again the horror of what happened that long ago evening.
Unsure if those old demons will help with the healing her body and soul are going through, it may take some convincing before Evelyn realizes the only path into her future lies straight though the shadows in the past.
When I was a child, love was simple. I remember the moment I fell in love with my first horse. I remember my first human love, which was also the first broken heart I experienced. Then there was the love I came to feel the moment I saw my newborn child’s face, so alike her father and yet so different. Perhaps the most reckless was love reborn from mad folly, brought about by the offspring of a horse and the betrayal of a man I thought I knew. So yes, while others sing of love as wonderful and heady and encompassing, I have come to regard love as the downfall of my sanity. Every painful moment started as an act of love and ended poorly.
Would I change any moment of my life to avoid the pain? Never, for only through pain are we made to feel alive. The pain lets us know these things that are happening to us are real, no matter how desperately we might wish otherwise.