Some books are just so stinking sad. Tessa's world shatters when her young daughter is hit and killed by a driver outside the girl's preschool. She's obsessed with finding out who killed her little girl--was he drunk? high? What other excuse would someone have for hitting a little girl and not stopping? In the meantime, though, her marriage is falling apart, too.
Tessa begins seeing a therapist, Celia, and about half the book is from her point-of-view. Celia is remarried after divorcing a drunk, but her new husband and teenage son don't get along. Celia needs a therapist herself--she's not handing her teenager well, she doesn't tell her new husband some of her secrets, and she focuses so much on solving the problems of others that she ignores herself.
The two women become close through therapy and eventually their personal lives intermingle, too. But, oh, prepare to cry. Any book about a mother losing a child chokes me up. :(
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