Ew. This book is gross. It's written well enough from a technical standpoint, though the plot really drags, but the entire premise is icky. Basically, a man cheats on his wife with a college student, then ditches her and their young son. The wife is filled with resentment, especially when he also screws her financially in the divorce and never pays child support.
Flash forward a few years and the young son gets a call from his bio dad's new wife, saying he's died of cancer. Around this time, the son also meets a lovely somewhat-older woman...who just happens to be his dad's old lover.
Now, the premise is, frankly, ridiculous in the first place, but it could work as tragedy in the hands of a really good writer. Hatcher is only a reasonably decent writer, so what you get is moldy soap opera, instead.
The biggest problem is that the wife/mother is portrayed as bitter and hostile because she can't bring herself to forgive either her husband or the Other Woman, especially when the Other Woman shows up years later to get her hooks into her son. Excuse me, but forgiveness is a very different thing from being a doormat. The latter is what the author seems to think it is.
Also, girlfriend, there are tens of millions of young men out there. Surely, you can find one who *isn't* the son of the guy whose marriage you broke up. I mean, you helped destroy this boy's childhood. Come on. Have some self-respect.
In addition, after the husband dies, the son quickly forgives him after some warmed-over drivel from Daddy's new wife about how Daddy "had regrets," but somehow never found the time in the ensuing eight years to reach out to his old family. Part of seeking absolution is making amends, which the cowardly old dog made absolutely no attempt to do, ever. Yet, the book never digs into this meaty source for dramatic conflict, wafting off instead onto some fake feel-good stuff about "the log in your eye" and so on.
The double-standard is just amazing. The wife and even the Other Woman are berated by other characters for being too angry, while the husband who caused all of this emotional carnage is posthumously let off the hook with some "Oh, but he meant well at the end" nonsense. If this is a signal example of "Christian" fiction, I'll pass on any more.