Amy is a novel about what we find when we stop running—and what finds us when we finally hold still.
On a rain-lashed Oregon ridge, a solitary cabin glows like a promise.
John Daniel has come to his grandfather's cabin in the mountains to disappear—not permanently, just long enough to remember who he is beneath the wreckage of a career that has stopped feeling like his own. His plan is simple: silence, solitude, the sound of rain on a metal roof.
Then someone knocks.
Amy is soaked through. She has a cello and nowhere else to go.
The solitude he came for is gone. What replaces it is harder to name.
Set on a high Cascade ridgetop under vast and patient skies, Amy is a quiet novel about burnout, beauty, and what it costs to stop running.
For readers who believe the most important stories unfold in their own time.
