Martin and Janice had reluctantly accepted her little sister's invitation to a Christmas party, but they had no idea what the night would bring for both of them.
In the suffocating silence of a home haunted by loss, a widow finds herself drowning in an ocean of grief. Her son returns not just as a pillar of strength, but as an answer to a prayer her body was too afraid to voice. As they cross the final, most sacred boundary, they discover that the only comfort deep enough to fill the void of death is a love so profound, it must be forbidden.
This story has for some reason, evinced a great response. Originally, it was only going to be a short made up entirely of the second chapter, but so mnay have asked for more and for the story to continue. So, I have written the first chapter and shall be adding to the story as it developes.