"I stand on the edge of a precipice and I scream his name. No one answers, no one is there to feel my pain. Before me is only darkness. Behind me is death. I hear the echo of my children's laughter and my emptiness consumes me." Mason's hero's death was little consolation for Whitney's endless nights alone in their empty bed. Yet, it had somehow become her haven. It was the one place she could be alone. She could bury her face in one pillow and crush another against her chest as her body writhed in anguish. The children never heard, her friends never saw.
To the world she was a tower of strength.
Seven months pregnant with three small children and a new job was difficult for most women even with a spouse at their side. Whitney was alone, but she was strong. She would not be broken. When her boys asked to take karate lessons like their friends, Whitney shifted her budget to accommodate them. It sounded like a good outlet for their emotions and energy. The one thing she didn't plan on was her attraction to the soft spoken, muscular karate instructor. Whitney wasn't looking for love or even a lover, especially someone so masculine, so outgoing, so handsome, so sexy...
Instead, Whitney concentrates on work and her children. A new client, Veronica Nelson, an elderly woman with a sour face hires Whitney as her corporate attorney. Whitney discovers Veronica has an intellectual property rights claim against a lucrative corporation that owes her millions of dollars. Veronica client refuses to go to the police. Instead, she asks Whitney to rewrite her Will.
Shortly thereafter Veronica dies in her sleep. That's when the calls begin and the shadows grow eyes. So begins a chain of events that spiral quickly out of control. Whitney discovers there are some things she cannot face alone.