Carolyn Lampman

Now that Willow Spring lay just five miles down the narrow, two-lane highway, Alana wondered if her reason had deserted her when she’d packed her bags and decided to take this journey. Isn’t it often said, you can’t go back? What did she expect to find except old memories better laid to rest? Perhaps that was it. Going back might lay to rest feeling that kept returning. Nothing can change the past. Is that what she wanted to do? Change the past?...