Unjustified Favor: Clan Destiny Book 3

A child is born into one family and abandoned by another. A good man dies while a lesser one walks away unharmed. Love arrives too late, death comes too soon, and secrets meant to protect the people we cherish somehow manage to wound them instead.

We call it fate when we cannot explain it.

We call it justice when the outcome suits us.

And when it does not, we shake our fists at heaven and demand to know why.

But grace has never concerned itself with fairness.

It slips quietly between the cracks of reason, falling on the deserving and undeserving alike. It cannot be bought, bargained for or earned. There is no scale upon which to weigh it and no ledger capable of keeping its account.

The O'Bromleys, Turners and Latrulls had already learned that life was rarely what it appeared to be.

They had learned that blood alone did not make a family.

That the dead were not necessarily gone.

That the mind could hold doors no hand could open.

And that some secrets, no matter how deeply buried, possessed an uncanny determination to claw their way back into the light.

They had survived rage.

They had uncovered truths hidden behind it.

Now they would discover what remained when anger had exhausted itself and yesterday could no longer be changed.

There would be births and deaths.

Reunions and farewells.

Old sins would demand payment. New gifts would reveal themselves. The living would encounter the dead, and those who believed they understood the boundaries between the two would discover just how thin those boundaries could become.

Through it all, they would love one another imperfectly, fiercely and sometimes foolishly.

Perhaps that was the greatest gift of all.

Not that they deserved one another.

Not that they had earned another chance.

But that somehow, despite everything they had done and everything still waiting for them, another chance had been given.

Some would call that luck.

Some would call it destiny.

Others might simply call it favor.

But favor is not always fair.

And grace is a gift.

It is never merited.