When April’s husband dies, she loses more than just the love of her life. She loses her home. Forced to sleep in the garage while her cruel mother-in-law, Judith, takes everything, April has no choice but to endure.

But when Judith falls gravely ill, she comes begging for help. Will April choose revenge… or forgiveness?

I used to believe that love could protect me from anything.

That my husband, James, would always be there to catch me if I fell.

When he asked me to leave my career in finance to be a stay-at-home mom, he promised I’d never have to worry about anything. I loved him, so I agreed.

We had twin baby girls, Grace and Ella, who became our entire world.

And then, he died.

The call came on a gray afternoon. James had been rushing home from a business trip, eager to see us.

The roads were slick, and his car skidded off the highway. The officer on the phone kept talking, saying things like instant impact and no suffering.

But all I heard was the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.

The days blurred. The funeral came and went.

I clung to my daughters, to the last voicemail James had left me, replaying it just to hear his voice.

I thought losing him was the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

I was wrong.

I had spent hours at the cemetery after the funeral. I had just wanted a few more moments with my husband before I went back to reality.

Judith, my mother-in-law, had taken the girls home.

Judith didn’t speak the whole way home. But when we pulled into the driveway, she exhaled shakily.

“Thank you, April. Thank you for being wonderful.”

“We’ll get through this,” I said.

For the first time, she nodded like she believed me.