It began with a knock on the door. Peering through the window, I was catapulted back to my eighteen-year-old self. Unable to grasp the doorknob, I lost my balance and, quite possibly, my mind. This beautiful visitor glided through the entryway and caught me in her arms. Her soft, loving embrace felt familiar, but how could this be? She had died thirty years ago. Kara stepped back, holding my trembling hands. Tilting my head up, tears spilled from my eyes, and I saw the sun-kissed skin with that bright wide smile that left no doubt it was her—my sister. We had just experienced minute one of our life-changing eight hours together...
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Grief is painful. Time is relative. Love is forever.
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The Eight Hour Angel, release date April 2024