Broken hearts and fresh starts. The winds of change are about to sweep me off my feet… The good thing about rock bottom is that things can’t get any worse. After walking in on my husband in flagrante with a young nurse I’d been mentoring, I packed my bags and got out of there. I wish I could say I boarded a plane to start again somewhere tropical, but when you get to my age you tend to have too many things anchoring you to one spot. My ‘new life’ was going to take place roughly two miles away from my old one. Forty, financial un-stable, and fumbling my way into a new career courtesy of the run-down motel my grandmother left me in her will. Then fate intervenes. A body in the motel pool, a town full of people pointing fingers at me, and my only alibi? A ghost that keeps telling me that I’ve come of age, whatever that means. Who’s gonna believe me though? I’ve heard people say ‘life begins at forty’, but if I don’t want that to be a life sentence for murder, then I better figure out what happened on Saturday night. A dusty old box of books in my attic might hold some answers… I’m going to have to save myself, because no one else is going to do it for me. Life has changed, and now when adventure calls, I answer. Age is just a number, after all.