What first attracted Megan Lockhart to the novel was the title. She'd picked the book off the lunch room table, scanned the first paragraph and continued reading until her break ended. Hours later, at home, she finished the novel, not knowing whether or not to accept as
coincidence the similarities between her real-life husband Seth and Isabella O'Brien's son Seth in the story.
Megan had never read this author before. Never heard of her, either.
From her place on the living room sofa, she looked into the kitchen when Seth came in from the garage where he'd been working on his latest project——a rocking cradle for their firstborn, due on Christmas Eve. Baby Matthew wouldn't make use of the bassinette for months yet, but Seth insisted they could never be too prepared.
"What are you reading?" he asked, jerking his chin at the novel in her hand.
"Mourning Glory. Have you read it?" In an instant, Seth's color changed from rosy to pale. Megan grew concerned. "Are you all right?" she asked, waddling to him.
He shook his head. "I'm fine."
Megan knew better than to press him—Seth hated being asked questions. She knew, too, something wasn't right and it had everything to do with the novel. Seth had never lied to her before; at least, not that she knew. Maybe he wasn't as truthful as
she believed. If that were the case, what was he keeping from her?
Megan looked into Seth's nut-brown eyes, hoping to determine the truth. She held his gaze for only a few seconds before he turned away. She knew then what her mind had been telling her all along and what her heart had refused to accept——he lied to me.
Did she know the man she married, really know him?
"Beware of the brown-eyed man with the broken shoe," the fortune teller had said.
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