Those early years matter because they show what held us together, before the late-night call that shattered our world.

All my mother heard were the words, “This is the coroner calling. I am sorry to inform you that your son Jack died peacefully in his sleep.”
He was twenty years old, and no one could explain how he died.

What we didn’t know was that a silent killer wasn’t done with our family. It had only just begun.

There were unsettling signs, dead ends, unanswered questions, and clues we didn’t yet know how to read. We hired investigators. We questioned toxins. We wondered about malpractice. Every path opened another door, and every explanation made less sense. Through it all, the experts would not listen.

This book is not only about loss, but about the relentless search for truth, and a mother and daughter who refused to be dismissed. We became investigators when no one else would help us. It’s the story of a winding trail of overlooked evidence that took more than a decade to piece together. It’s about the legacy that grew from the most devastating moments of our lives, and how ordinary people, armed with love and determination, can change far more than they ever imagined.

If you’re part of a book club, a parent, a sibling, or someone who has ever felt unheard, this book is for you.

Please read it, share it, and come on this journey with us. I promise you won’t be able to put it down, and I cannot wait to hear what you think.

With love,
Nancy