Christine M. Whitehead
Christine M. Whitehead has always been interested in how people cope with heartbreak. Her own pain started early. When she was seven, her parents died five months apart of unrelated causes. A bitter custody battle pitted Christine's maternal grandparents against my paternal aunts. Within the space of six weeks, she and her sister were carted off with her aunts to a strange land called Connecticut. While her aunts and uncle were loving people, filled with the best intentions, her uncle had a long-standing drinking problem which created family secrets and dark corners. From anorexia, to obsessive achievement at Smith College, to maintaining maximum defenses against close encounters of any variety, Christine careened gently through her twenties and thirties, ultimately finding her own serenity in her divorce law practice, in her writing and in her animals. Christine presently lives on a farm outside Hartford, CT in a 1765 colonial home with her two dogs, my two horses, and her significant other. |
Tell Me When It Hurts
Life seems ideal until her twelve-year-old daughter Annie is raped and murdered while on a school trip. Struggling for control, she throws herself into the prosecution effort only to be told the case is hopeless. The eyewitness has disappeared and the DNA samples are tossed out due to a defective search warrant. Adam and Archer’s marriage collapses along with Archer’s emotional well-being. Disillusioned, Archer stumbles on another way to get justice—private justice. She hooks up with an international vigilante group, becoming its top marksman and carrying out retributions. Retreating to a cabin in the Berkshires, Archer turns from everything that used to matter to her: family, career, and horses. |