Minnie heads to Savannah in an attempt to leave behind some of the most difficult months of her life. She's sure a quiet vacation on the water will give her the break she needs to regain her strength, her clarity, and contemplate her next step. But another passenger from her flight follows her to her taxi. The woman seems terrified, and Minnie can't refuse her pleas for help, so she decides to share her Airbnb. But the woman's story changes as often as the tides on Tybee Island. When a body turns up on the beach, Minnie becomes suspicious. So do police. By the time police take the roommate into custody, she's told so many lies, Minnie's not sure who to believe-the roommate or the police.
There were five kids in my family and lots of noise. I learned early on that if I woke up in the middle of the night, I’d better take advantage of the silence. I’d write under the hall light until my eyes were heavy with sleep. Back then, I had a lot to say about how I wanted things to be. Like many writers, I wrote what I couldn’t bring myself to say aloud. Once I discovered eavesdropping, I was amazed. I realized characters are everywhere. I’m one, you’re one, the jerk you just broke up with, the girl next door with Down’s syndrome, that boy in sixth grade who blushed every time his name was called, the man behind the counter at the pharmacy. And we all have our stories and our problems and our own way of looking at the world. And we all have the ability to touch someone else. We are never really alone. As a fiction writer, I get to fabricate everybody’s history, try to see from different points of view. But I always do my best to understand who each character is and what made them the way they are. I believe that’s why people talk about my characters after they’ve finished reading the story. I write novels, plays, poems, essays, short stories, do a bit of acting, and am a self-proclaimed doodle-ist.