Calista

A devastating Christmas Eve tragedy at St. Anthony's Church leaves a woman with no memory, a new face, and a terrifying secret. As 'Calista Dover,' she's hailed as a miracle survivor, but the past whispers a different name: Calista Hargrove. With a detective convinced she's a murderer, a 'brother' hiding secrets, and a husband who might have moved on, she must navigate a treacherous world of lies and hidden motives to uncover her true identity and the dark truth of that fateful night. Who is she, and what really happened?

The lingering scent of burnt flesh and singed wood hung heavy in the air, a grim perfume for the makeshift graveyard that was once St. Anthony's Church. Detective Mark Jessup surveyed the wreckage, his gaze sweeping over the small, charred bodies of paper mâché animals, grotesque stand-ins for the lives lost.

"Lucky? Tell that to the families of the people who died here tonight," he muttered, his voice raspy with disgust. His partner, Detective Bree Wade, pointed with her small notepad to where the church's double doors had been.

"Looks like the truck came in through there, barreling through the pews before crashing into the altar. Engine must have caught fire and exploded." Bree's voice was tight, the pungent odor of burnt flesh beginning to overwhelm them.

Jessup swallowed the bile threatening to rise, his eyes snagging on a child's hand, separated from its owner. He could handle murder, but the innocence of that tiny limb churned his stomach. He shook his head, pushing past Bree's concerned gaze.

"This looks like a damned massacre. Did forensics already take a look at the driver? What kind of sick bastard does something like this?" he rambled, his gaze fixing on the charred crucifix at the front of the church. The devil, he thought, was working overtime.

Calista

Conspiracy Thriller Amnesia Detective Identity