Ripple
When high-powered attorney Helen Thompson discovers that her fifteen-year old daughter has been sexually assaulted, she takes drastic measures. Finding herself in trouble, Helen must relinquish control and put her faith in a process she knows to be flawed. As a team of lawyers, therapists and women from a safe house help Helen and Phoebe find hope and healing, a sociopath lurks, waiting for his moment to strike. A lyrical, dark fairytale that will resonate with fans of women's literature and psychological thrillers, RIPPLE delves into the nature of evil, without seeking to provide final answers to the issue of what makes a human commit evil acts. And while the author takes readers to scary places, she ultimately shines a light on the human condition and celebrates the triumph of the human spirit in the face of great tribulation.Purchase on Kindle / Paperback
Book Excerpt
Cary reached into her pocket with a smile. “I found something else for you while I was out walking in Point Lobos, in Carmel. There were all these seals flopping on rocks, and the waves were pounding, and the water was green and blue and white, kind of otherworldly, you know?” Cary paused and waited for Miranda to nod.“Go on, yes, I remember the pictures you e-mailed me.” Miranda ate another caramel.
“Well,” Cary continued, “there was this bird. Some sort of seagull, I think, but different than seagulls on the East Coast. I meant to look it up, but . . .” She paused and waved her hand. “Anyway, it landed in the water near the seals, in a place where the water was still. And with the splash of its feet on the water, a ripple went off, and it spread and kept going until I couldn’t see how much further it went. And Miranda. It’s been such a hard year. A tough year. But all through it, I’ve had my work. Our work. And we help each other, and then we help other women, and then, like Cassandra, they go on to help other women, you know what I mean?”
Miranda rubbed her elbow and looked up to the right, as if searching the sky for an answer. “Each time we help someone, it creates a ripple? Is that what you mean?”
Cary pulled her hand out of her pocket and showed Miranda the seashell she was cradling. “Yeah. One woman at a time. That’s what I wrote on this shell I found right on the shore near where the bird landed in the water. I wrote it with a Sharpie,” Cary giggled. “Funny that I had a Sharpie, but that was all I had, and I wanted to write it down before I forgot it. We help one woman at a time. And that’s enough, you know?”
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