Stephanie Maypeace’s childhood ended when she was six years old, the day she watched her sixteen-year-old sister drown.  Almost twenty years later she returns home, intending to finally lay her sister’s shade to rest.  Instead, she unearths long buried secrets about her parents’ marriage and her sister’s conception that cast doubt over everything she thinks she knows about her family.

Confused, she turns to Rob, her sister’s old boyfriend.  Rob was on the beach the day her sister drowned – and Steph’s not sure he ever left.  Steph is drawn to him, even though he treats her more like a kid sister than like a girl he’s interested in.  When he asks her out on a date she’s thrilled, but the evening ends in disaster.

Maybe she shouldn’t have invited him in after he drove her home.  Maybe she should have stopped him when her shirt came off.  She definitely should have said no when they ended up naked on the floor together.  She can’t call it rape – after all, she never told him to stop.  She might even have been able to forgive the violation of her body, if he hadn’t said her sister’s name instead of hers.

Steph knows that the only way she can keep – and love – the baby is if she can forgive her parents’ failings and her own guilt over her sister’s death.   What she doesn’t know is whether she has the courage and the strength to do so.