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The Widow of Mayfair Street
Can a woman’s reputation stand against the weight of scrutiny?
Sienna Tate should have been celebrating her ten-year anniversary to the love of her life.
Instead, she was the newest widow in the little town of Mornover, and all her neighbors on Mayfair Street had suddenly stopped talking to her.
Her husband Lewis had only been in the grave for a few weeks. In that time, Sienna’s name became a black mark to all the people who thought they knew the one and only truth.
A young widow like her — surely there was foul play involved.
A boating accident on Lake Sycamore. A breezy Sunday morning in the summer, no sense of a storm on the horizon. One man on the lake right before the sun glimpsed the shore.
No matter how the investigators scratched their heads, they couldn’t make the unfortunate death of a man tie itself to the questionable activity of a wife who refused to talk any which way.
They checked the books, the financial records, any and all red tape. There were no life insurance policies recently created, no new or changed wills ready to come to light, no sudden move of money from one account to another.
