More Than We Remember by Christina Suzann Nelson
English | 2020 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 14.5 MB
One night changes everything for three women. . . .
When Addison Killbourn’s husband is involved in a car accident that leaves a woman dead, her perfectly constructed life crumbles apart. With her husband’s memory of that night gone and the revelation of a potentially life-altering secret, Addison has to reevaluate all she thought she knew.
Emilia Cruz is a deputy bearing a heavy burden far beyond the weight of her job. Her husband is no longer the man she married, and Emilia’s determined to prevent others from facing the same hardship. When she’s called to the scene of an accident pointing to everything she’s fighting against, she’s determined to see justice for those wronged.
Brianne Demanno is hiding from reality. She was thriving as a counselor, but when tragedy struck a beloved client, she lost faith in herself and her purpose. When her neighbors, the Killbourns, are thrown into crisis, Brianne’s solitary life is disrupted and she finds herself needed in a way she hasn’t been in a while.
As the lives of these women intersect, they can no longer dwell in the memory of who they’ve been. Can they rise from the wreck of the worst moments of their lives to become who they were meant to be?
The perp was a mama raccoon.
Deputy Emilia Cruz turned her sheriff’s department SUV onto the highway connecting her county to the rest of the world. Her foot pressed the gas pedal a little harder than usual. Thirty minutes of road twisted between her and West Crow, where she might actually do some good. Again, she’d been relegated to pest patrol. That was the problem with city people deciding to throw off their urban ways for the quiet life of the country: They tended to call in the police, taking time away from actual crimes to investigate any number of sounds or concerns that turned out to be wildlife.
Emilia opened her window. Cool summer night air drifted over her arm and woodsy scents floated in as the highway curved around the side of a towering hill. For a moment, she permitted her worries to blow away on the wind.
The last bit of turn gave way to a straight stretch, and in that fraction of a second, tranquility shattered as crumpled metal burst into view. Emilia slammed her foot on the brake, coming to a stop behind a blue Maxima. Dust still hung in the air, as if she had only just missed the moment of impact. She grabbed her radio. “This is Deputy Cruz.” Emilia thrust the door open.
“I’ve got you, Emilia. What do you have?”
“Looks like a two-, maybe three-car collision on the Darlington-West Crow Highway, six miles from the northern county line.”
“I’ll get help to you as soon as possible.”
Emilia flipped on her flashing lights, then stepped out of her vehicle. She shook off the immediate shiver of dread crawling up her back, replacing it with her most professional demeanor.
She approached the Maxima. The dome light shone, but the doors were closed. Emilia knocked on the driver’s-side window.
Two girls, both appearing to be teens, startled.
“You two all right?”
Their heads bobbed with tiny nods.
“Could you step out of the car, please?”
The driver’s door squeaked open, and a girl with long straight brown hair, approximately five foot five and slim, stepped out, eyes rounded. Her mouth hung open, but she didn’t say anything.
Emilia ran the flashlight up and down her. “Were you injured?”
The other girl, a much taller blonde, came around the front of the car. “No, ma’am. We witnessed the accident, but we weren’t part of it.”
“Don’t leave the site. I’ll need your names and information.” Emilia didn’t wait for them to respond, doubting the first girl would even be able to speak in her shocked state.