Is it possible for a traveling hospice nurse to find romance in a small southern town? After all, she is only passing through and needs to focus on her job. A job that requires compassion and dedication. She can't afford to have any distractions.
Since her grandmother's death, Sarah has been alone. No family. No friends. No distractions.
Just the way she likes it. Traveling from town to town is an adventure, meeting new people, exploring new places, but could her solitary life be growing lonely?
Much to her surprise, two vastly differing men compete for her attention in the small historic town of Camden, South Carolina. Nate, the adopted son of one of Sarah's patients, is a true
Southerner with a sarcastic wit and genuine warmth. On the other hand, Dr. Joseph Thornton is a caring oncologist who is known as the best catch in the state. Who could say no to his Hollywood smile and emerald eyes?
No distractions. This has been her goal as a hospice nurse. But distractions is exactly what she gets. Will she be tempted to put down roots in the small town?
It's a good thing Sarah's eccentric Nana left her a mysterious box. Nana's gift provides the guidance and comfort Sarah desperately needs as she faces heartwrenching trials. Not only does she have the stress of caring for the dying, she has to visit patients in the ghetto. What dangers await a beautiful young nurse making home visits at night?
Enduring sadness and trauma, Sarah's childhood faith is shattered. She tries desperately to hold onto Nana's godly legacy, but it is slipping away. When a bizarre stranger appears at her door with devastating news about Nana's past, can her cherished box continue to provide answers and deepen her faith or will Sarah realize her life has been based on nothing but lies?
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Sarah climbed out of the truck before Nate could open her door. As he walked her to the front steps, he reassured her, “Don’t worry about your car. I’m sure I can pull you out with Old Blue.” He motioned back toward his truck.
“You named your truck?” Sarah asked, her eyebrows raised in amusement.
Nate replied with a charming Southern drawl, “Old Blue is so much more than a truck.”
Sarah dipped her chin. “Thanks, but I really don’t want you to bother. I have roadside assistance.”
“I’ll have you out way before a tow truck can get out here And with that, he was down the steps and back in his truck before Sarah noticed an elderly woman opening the door.
Mrs. Crabfield was a short, black lady with an ample bosom and wide girth that she tried to hide under her floral muumuu. She extended her hand with a broad smile, showing off the wide gap between her two front teeth. “You mus’ be Sarah. We’s gettin’ worried ‘bout you.” She looked Sarah up and down. “You alright, darlin’?”
“Yes, I’m fine, just a little car trouble. I’m so sorry I’m late.
May I take off my shoes on your porch? I’m afraid I’m a mess.”
“Sure ‘nough can, I’ll get you a wash rag and towel. But what about your car?”
“Nate’s going to try and pull it out with his truck.”
“Oh good, you met Nate. I knows he’ll get it taken care of.”
Mrs. Crabfield sighed as she patted her chest. “Don’t know what I’s do without my boy. I be right back with that towel.”
Sarah sat in an old wooden rocker as she surveyed the Crabfields’ property. She felt as though she’d gone back in time a hundred years. The rain had finally stopped, leaving a misty fog and the smell of wet hay and honeysuckle. Sarah inhaled deeply as she savored the feeling of nostalgia. She looked out over several dilapidated out-buildings; the long-discarded chicken coop and smokehouse were being overtaken by kudzu. How long had the Crabfields lived here?
After cleaning up as best she could, Sarah sheepishly entered the old farmhouse and found Mr. Crabfield in his recliner. As soon as she saw him, his yellowing eyes announced his advanced jaundice, and it was clear he was nearing the end of his battle with pancreatic cancer. Sarah’s nursing instincts took over, and she forgot about her bare feet and unkempt appearance.She squatted down to eye level. “Hello, Mr. Crabfield, I’m your hospice nurse, Sarah.”
About the author
Susan grew up in Charlotte, NC and has a psychology degree from Furman University and masters in social work from the University of South Carolina. She jokes that God didn't lead her to a career in hospice; He took her kicking and screaming the whole way. Now passionate about endoflife care, she has worked with hospice for more than twenty years. She loves sharing about God's redemptive love and grace during life's most challenging struggles. Susan presently serves as a hospice director and lives in Columbia, SC with her husband and three children. Her whole family is fluent in sarcasm and on any given day, you can find them bantering away.
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