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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 1
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  45. Acknowledgements
  46. A note from the publisher
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Dr. Valentina Knight, DDS, walked out her back door and checked her watch again. The interview was in an hour. The drive would take twenty minutes. She had plenty of time.

Val looked up at the clear sky, squinting from the glare of the sun. A beautiful day like this should have been a sign of promise, of good things to come. But she just couldn’t get in the spirit. Promise had betrayed her more than once. No, she didn’t believe in promise anymore.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. After a sleepless night her eyes were heavy and the bright sun only made them burn. Though Val tried to remain positive, stress gnawed at her stomach, creating waves of nausea. If she didn’t get a job, she wouldn’t be able to pay her growing pile of overdue bills. This week alone four desperate interviews had led to nothing. The one scheduled for this morning was her last chance. No more were lined up; nor would they be for the immediate future. With all of her potential prospects exhausted, everything rested on the outcome of today.

The advertised pay wasn’t great with this position but Val could manage with it, plus benefits were included. Jesus, this would be a lifesaver until she could find something better. Unfortunately, anything better wouldn’t be in the dental field. She hadn’t practiced in over a year. She couldn’t anymore.

Damn. When did that happen? Val took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself, then picked up a broken piece of clapboard hanging from the side of her house. She turned it over, revealing a large section of rotted wood. A quick inspection of the adjoining pieces showed that they too were about to fall apart.

It was just one more problem, and at this point, definitely not a minor architectural detail. The place was in need of a major overhaul. Advertised as a handyman’s special, the 1,100 square foot fixer-upper wasn’t just reasonably priced, it was cheap for the address of West River Road on Grand Island, NY. The properties along this road on the west side of the island face the Niagara River, allowing a view of the water before it inevitably drops over an edge twelve miles downstream, creating Niagara Falls.