Chapter 20
Louise DelaneyTo Louise, life had become—for lack of a better term—a bit messed up. She’d gone from thinking she’d enjoyed a blessed thirty-seven years of marriage, to meeting her dead husband’s sixteen-year-old daughter, and learning he had been unfaithful for sixteen years, at the very least. To further complicate matters, Philip Burns was back in Carlton Bay. Philip was the first real love of her life; the one she had lost to God.
As wonderful as it was to see Philip again, it was as if an old chest wound had been ripped open—its stitches snapping to a coordinated dance of tragedy. Her heart had once again been gouged.
Despite the years that had passed between them, Philip still made her heart beat erratically—a bit faster, and then, a little slower. Softly first and then
