At 8:47 A.M. on Wednesday, October 12, 1977, new-to-town businessman Bingham Murdock flew his small plane into New Orleans, banking it in such a way that a ray of sunshine shot through the city at light speed.
Amalise Catoir saw the flash from her sixteenth floor law office window. Finally feeling alive after the death of her abusive husband, she imagined seeing the plane was a fate for her eyes only; a special connection between the unknown giver and she, the recipient of light.
But someone else saw it, a six-year-old Cambodian refugee in foster care for whom a sudden burst of brightness reminds him of artillery fire.
Destined to cross paths with the man and the child, Amalise doesn't yet know the deeper spiritual lesson she will learn: that we are responsible not only for the things we do, but also for the things that we don't.
This was a good book. It took place in 1977 so it was hard for me to think about how long it took for changes to a document to be made. Everything had to be hand written and then typed up by a typing pool and then copies made. It's nothing like now when a laptop can be taken to a meeting and have the changes made right then and there. The ending really made me think. Is it possible that something like that could really happen?
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