No Stone Unturned

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Summary

Are you ever prepared for what comes next in life, good or bad? Rachel certainly wasn’t prepared to raise three children alone, after Ryan was killed in a car accident in the line of duty. Rachel and Ryan lived had in Nashville with their three children. After Ryan’s death, it just didn’t feel like home anymore. Rachel decided she and her children needed a fresh start, so she moves them to the small town where she’d grown up, and back into her childhood home. Things were going well, and everyone was adjusting to their new lives in their new town; until Rachel learns that her husband’s accident was no an accident after all. The case Ryan had been working on has come back to torment. Jake, Rachel’s new boss, is pulled right into the middle, trying to help any way that he can, while trying to figure out if there’s room in Rachel’s life for himself. And Spencer, one of Rachel and Ryan’s close friends from high school, finds himself caught in the midst as well, trying to determine right from wrong: how to save himself and Rachel. Her home is broken into, her privacy invaded, and fear and worry have become a part of her life, once again. What does Rachel have to do with the case? What are they looking for? Will they find it, but at what cost? Ultimately, Rachel does figure out what they’re looking for, but not before people are hurt, and lives are lost. And Rachel and Ja

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
109
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

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Fire.

Smoke.

More fire.

Shattered glass scattered on the ground.

Tangled, metal pieces; remnants of the car.

More fire…

Screams. Were they Rachel’s screams?

Fire trucks. Emergency response vehicles.

Reporters.

People frantic.

The panic.

The explosion.

Ryan…

It was the same dream, the same nightmare, the same sleepless night.

Rachel awakened herself by her own screams, yet again. There was a burning in her throat. Could she have actually been screaming while dreaming? Tears wet her cheeks, streaking her face. Rachel’s clothes were wet with sweat. She was thankful she hadn’t awakened the kids.

She glanced at the clock: 4:30. There was point in trying to go back to sleep now. She might as well make the most of the time before the kids woke up, she thought.

This was “the” dream: the same dream, the one that had haunted her for the twelve months and twenty two days.