The Light at St. Silvans

Sara King had lost her husband. Her son. Her faith. She wanted just to disappear. So she made her way to an island off the coast of Massachusetts, changed her name to Lyyndenna Patrick, moved into an old lighthouse keeper's cottage, and began to write.
The faith she had left behind forbade her to be an author. But she had written secretly anyway. Now she was free to write openly about all the things she wanted to say and even see her blogs and stories published. She was ecstatic. And there was more-all her new friends, fellow authors, learning to drive, new clothes, swimming in the sea, climbing to the top of the lighthouse to look out over a shining ocean and pray.
For God was still there. Somehow, God was still there. On her walks along the seashore. While she struggled to put her thoughts into words. When she grieved her son and a husband who had never wanted her. Love was the one thing Lynndenna had never known and the one thing she didn't think she would ever find.