A bookish girl. A stranger in a storm. A secret eighteen years in the making.
Ava Martin was a reader, first. If she didn’t have a book, it was only because she’d run out.
Desperate Pines had no real library. Just the county’s leftovers, hauled in on the bed of a truck the last Friday of every month and left at St. Ann’s, the shuttered old church next door. And Ava had the key. But there hadn’t been a delivery in months.
Still every Friday, from sunup to long past dark, she let herself into the drafty stone chapel. And she waited. And she read.
And one stormy summer night? Someone finally came.
What he left behind would unspool everything Ava thought she knew. Where she came from. Who she belonged to. Why the woman who raised her had kept eighteen years of Sundays a secret. And it would start a clock she didn’t know was running.
Told with vivid prose and emotional weight, The Sunday House is a story about forgiveness and first love, about the family we’re given and the family we search for. For anyone who longs for yesteryear, and everyone still aching to be known.
From the USA TODAY bestselling author of The Summer Society, a tender coming-of-age story for anyone who was ever a daughter.
