Freddie was raised on faith. It's in her blood. Yet rather than seeking
solace from the Almighty when she loses her husband of many years, she
enters a state of quiet contemplation--until her daughter, and then her
sister, each come home with a host of problems of their own, and her
solitude is brought to an end. As Freddie helps her daughter and sister
deal with their troubles, her own painful past--a wretched childhood at
the hands of an unbalanced, pious mother--begins to occupy her thoughts
more than ever, as does Anna, the grandmother she's always wished she'd
known better. Freddie feels that she and Anna are connected, not just
through blood but through the raising of difficult daughters, and it's a
kinship that makes her wonder what unseen forces have shaped her life.
With all that to hand, a new family crisis rears its head--and it forces
Freddie to confront the questions she's asked so many times: What does
it mean to believe in God? And does God even care?