Cache, Cache

Sarah’s life is upended when her husband whispers on his deathbed, “My death frees us both, Butterfly. Caché, caché…” David’s voice was low, a mere whisper, then he covertly slips her a gold key. A key? At the funeral, a mysterious note—You don’t know the whole truth, is slipped into her pocket. How should she react to such unexpectedness? With three clues, Sarah, a mystery author, journals her past to solve this, only to end up more confused and filled with heartbreaking regrets. Can Sarah forgive, move on, and accept the past after she finally discovers the truth? Does she want to know the truth?

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