This is a story about a young woman named April who solves the mystery of her mother’s death through dream communications and guidance from her mother’s spirit. In doing so, April frees herself from her sadness and her nightmares, as she grows spiritually and emotionally. Despite the serious plotline, there are many light moments as April and her family interact with love and humor, and the ending has a surprising twist. (An alternate ending with yet another twist makes readers want to re-read the book to find all the clues they missed the first time.)
The book appeals to readers who are interested in the power of dreams for healing and for spiritual growth. It also appeals to readers who enjoy mysteries, but the story is not a formulaic murder mystery. Instead, the intriguing plot and engaging characters help to open readers’ minds to dream interpretations, lucid dreaming, and spirit communications. The book also offers comfort and hope to the bereaved by sharing a heightened awareness of spirituality and eternal love connections across dimensions.
Roger Ellsworth stepped on the gas, desperate to get home. He hoped with all his heart that he was not too late.
As his car sliced forward through the blinding rain, almost like a sharp knife, Roger couldn’t believe how dark it had become. He could barely see the winding road ahead. His eyes straining to see where he was going, Roger wished he could turn back the clock. If only he had never have left home today…
The day had started as one of those gorgeous spring gems, sunshine flooding the hills around Robertstown. It was 1974, and Roger was in the prime of his life and his profession, well-respected in this small Missouri town.
But something wasn’t right just now. Roger leaned even harder on the accelerator pedal as the night closed in on his rushing car. He felt a strong sense of unease as he raced along the wet back roads in the pouring rain.
He swerved around the corner and neared his house, but what he saw there surprised him. There was a police cruiser parked on his driveway. This was not even close to what he had dreaded. He did not know what this meant; he did not want to know. For one crazy moment Roger considered driving on, but he knew he had to face whatever awaited him. A policeman stepped out of the cruiser even before Roger slowed down. He was wearing a yellow raincoat and shielding his eyes from the glare of the oncoming headlights. Roger realized the officer had been waiting, confident that he would show up eventually.
He pulled over to the curb near his house and parked. His heart was pounding--even though he didn’t exactly know what to expect. Somehow he got out of the car and was immediately drenched in the downpour. It startled him--he had forgotten it was raining. The policeman started to walk toward him, and a second one, also in a yellow raincoat, got out of the cruiser.
“Are you Roger Ellsworth?” yelled the first policeman, trying to be understood above the pounding rain.
Roger nodded silently, the rain running down his face.
“I’m Sergeant Harris, Robertstown Police Department. I’m afraid we have some bad news, Sir.”