I tried another book by this author, 'For Love', and I couldn't get into it at all, so I was a little dubious before starting this one. However, I oughtn't to have worried, because I found the style of writing so soothing and the gentle, restful expression of everyday life so easy to relate to. Jo had been a teenager in the late sixties. She shared a house with several others, including her best friend, Dana, and (one of the least noticed of the group) Eli Mayhew. Jo had joined the household after running away from reality - her marriage to someone she hardly knew and the relentless pressure from her parents to conform. Upon making her escape, Jo had invented a new identity and a new 'past' for herself, keeping the truth from everyone, including Dana. However, one fateful day, Jo returned to the house to find Dana dead in a pool of her own blood, still warm, but with stab wounds to her face and body. Jo's grief was profound and her real identity became public in the face of the newspaper reports.
Years later, in the midst of a happy marriage, a face from the past appears in her life, jolting her back to those heady days before and up to Dana's death, making her reassess her feelings and drawing her into a situation that would change her life from that moment on. This is a story of love, trust, the fragility of fidelity and how one instant in your life can alter its course forever.