It seemed sometimes like God had a mean streak. That was what Bev had said to Eloise. But Eloise knew none of this mess was God's fault. Yes, life had been unfair, had taken too much from her. But her efforts to claw back what she could, well, they weren't honest. And she had been caught. Was there no safe place to go where people did not think her pitiful. Or worse? There was. Even if it existed...