Childhood memories flood Ann Kinnear as she enters St. Andrew's on the night before Easter. But this time, she's a hired hand with a mysterious assignment. When she learns what that assignment is, she's pretty sure she's not the person ordained for the job--but she finds her shaky confidence in human nature bolstered by the tale that unfolds against a backdrop of misplaced guilt and the true meaning of faithfulness.

Not a traditional Easter story ... and likely not the right pick for readers looking for Christian lit!

Lay her i' th' earth,

And from her fair and unpolluted flesh

May violets spring!

— William Shakespeare, "Hamlet"