Welcome to Wishing Bridge (Wishing Bridge, #1)

by Ruth Logan Herne

settled in over at the Tompkins

herself. Jazz didn’t see Maggie’s pained expression because she was already heading up the stairs.

photo. Her neck tensed, and then she reached up a hand to the portrait. “How old was she here?” “Seventeen. And thirty-five when she died.” Jazz’s jaw quivered. “Jazz.” Kelsey tucked her arm through Jazz’s. “Don’t.” Jazz shook off Kelsey’s hand on her arm and faced Hale. “Did she ever get help, Hale?” She looked

is that families tend to revolve. Or maybe it’s evolve. They rarely stay stagnant, and I’ve come to believe that’s a good thing. Like adaptation of the species.” “You sound like a scientist.” He grinned. “When you see things