My name is Sam and I'm a widow-with five kids and a full-time job. A year ago, a man who killed my dog, my friend, and possibly my husband broke into my house. I killed the bastard. I desperately miss my husband, and I know that I need to start living again. But I can't. There are too many unanswered questions about his death. They pop up in the most disruptive ways. Translation: Crisis is my normal. Japan is where I'll find the answers, so that's where I'm going. More pain and heartache? Absolutely. Potential life threatening danger? I can't imagine why... I do not go looking for trouble... It finds me.
