He was dead. No doubt about it. Now Denise Bennett was faced with the
rescue of six small children, many of whom had been seriously burned.
Detroit on Christmas morning, 1958. Children were unwrapping Christmas
packages, looking for long-sought gifts of special meaning when the
unthinkable happened. Who knew that they would all face death when the
furnace exploded? Faced with recovering life and family in the absence
of the breadwinner, Denise would set her life aside and devote many
years to their recovery. In the process, she nearly lost control of her
own life, making one radical misstep after another. Driven to
exasperation by a domineering mother, she finds herself living with a
major medical condition called PTSD, operating on the wrong side of the
law, and finally, disappearing into anonymity. It was just as she
wished.
