Moving to Seashell Island — Brenda Kennedy

Sophia Moretti I've been abused by my husband, Lazzaro, for nearly the entire time of our twenty-five years of marriage. My eighteen-year-old daughter feared I wouldn't survive the next beating. After deciding on a location that was nothing more than a speck on the map, we packed up as much as our car would hold and left Nebraska for Seashell Island. I knew starting over wouldn't be easy, but maybe island life could offer some peace and tranquility we both desperately needed. When we arrived on the island, it was everything I dreamed of and everything I needed. But I didn't expect to meet a man who had the potential to change my life.