" We live. We die. That's just life. It's inescapable, but that doesn't make it predictable. Live a little, learn a little and love a lot."
These are the wise words of my grandmother and these are the words I find myself remembering when life has me in it's treacherous grasp. Whenever something seems to go right I mess it up, yet these people expect me to help them? I have a gift and a purpose and ,so help me God, I will do it. Even if it means the death of me.
Dramatic, I know, but true.
Can you imagine, my life used to be so simple - wake up, go to hell (school), be ignored, be hated, play soccer and lay low- but my family's skeleton in the closet just had to ruin that. Now, I fight, but for what side I'm not sure.
Come along with me and I'll show you 'What the Eyes Don't See'.
Adele knows she witnessed a murder - what she doesn't know is just how personal it is.
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A girl was brutally murdered in the basement of a sorority house in spring 2011. Adele Theroux thinks she saw the killer - and the killer definitely saw her. What she doesn't know is why this all happened and who this guy is. As she tries to solve the mystery from a distance while in witness protection, the connections keep getting weirder and more personal. Might she be able to relate to the killer in a way that no one else can? And what does that mean about her own psyche?
*2019 Watty Award for Mystery/Thriller*
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Cover designed by April Alforque