What The Valley Knows
Publication date: January 25th 2018
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Millington Valley is a quintessential small Pennsylvania town: families go back generations. Football rules. Kids drink while adults look the other way. High school is a whirlwind of aspiration and rivalry, friendship and jealousy.
When smart and pretty Molly Hanover moves to town and attracts the attention of the football team’s hero, Wade Thornton—a nice guy with a bad drinking habit—longtime friendships are threatened and a popular cheerleader tries to turn the school against Molly.
The young couple’s future is shattered when Wade, drunk, wrecks his truck and Molly is thrown through the windshield. She wakes from a coma to find her beauty marred and her memory full of holes. As she struggles to heal, she becomes sure that something terrible happened before the accident. And there is somebody in the valley who doesn’t want her to remember.
Ann went to her bedroom, changed clothing, and packed a small bag along with her cosmetics. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. She lay on her bed, closed her eyes, and let herself listen to the rain for a moment. The horror of the morning and the unknown of what she faced spread through her body like a fever.
Only she did know.
She knew what it was like to say goodbye to someone for the last time. What it was like to watch his coffin lowered into the ground, to hear the clunk of dirt hitting the metal as it scattered over his casket, to feel the emptiness of forever. She couldn’t do it again.
Molly could not die.
Her daughter had to be okay. Peter was right: they would have to sue. There was no way her insurance would cover everything—Molly had to receive whatever treatment she needed. She tried to calculate how much money that might be and couldn’t, but she knew it would be more than she had. Peter made her uncomfortable, but she needed help. Nobody else had lined up.
Ann dropped her bags at the door and scooped Derby into her arms and snuggled into his fur. “You keep watch over everything until I bring our Molly home,” she said. She made a mental note to give Thelma a key so she could stop by to feed Derby.
Ann opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. The heavy rain bounced off the road like exploding popcorn kernels. She dashed to the car and threw her bags in the back seat. She lowered herself into the front seat and turned the ignition key, but sat there unable to move.
A scene from a TV show flashed in her mind. A close-up shot of a boy sitting in a wheelchair, his body slumped to one side, a thin stream of drool running at the corner of his mouth. He swatted his face in an awkward spastic motion, staring glassy-eyed at kids playing on the basketball court. His mom sat on the park bench next to him. Please don’t let that be Molly, she thought. She had prayed non-stop for the last eight hours, but nobody seemed to be listening. Everything had taken on a surreal quality as if she looked out at the world through the thick glass of a snow globe. Inside, she stood frozen, hell raining down, her feet mired in the snowy cement, stuck with no escape, her screams ricocheting off the glass and smacking her in the face.
Heather Christie grew up in rural Pennsylvania and, at age seventeen, took off for New York City in hopes of becoming a movie star. Flash forward several decades, a couple degrees, a bunch of cats, two kids and one husband later, she’s back in Pennsylvania writing her heart out and chasing dreams again. She loves to read, run, drink tea, and make Sunday dinner. Follow her blog at http://www.HeatherChristieBooks.com and say “hello” on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.