A Reason To Live

Book summary

In this engaging tale, recently widowed Chelyan and renowned TV reporter Mel form an unlikely friendship. United by their shared love of walking, they embark on daily strolls that lead them into the realm of mystery and intrigue. When Chelyan reveals that her husband's death was no accident but a murder, Mel's investigative instincts kick in. Determined to uncover the truth, the amateur sleuths set out on their own murder investigation, unearthing startling surprises along the way. Can they unravel the clues and ultimately deliver justice to the elusive killer? Join Chelyan and Mel on their thrilling journey to find out.

Excerpt from A Reason To Live

Chapter 1

Mel returned from the grocery store in Port Bramble and put away his four bags of groceries, delighted that his three days of driving were finally over for a little while. He was overwhelmed with exhaustion after the long drive north from Florida and felt like plopping into bed immediately, but it was still a bit too early for that. He knew if he fell asleep now, he would be wide awake by the middle of the night.

He unlocked the back door of his newly rented cottage and stepped out onto the covered porch. The last few rays from the setting sun glistened on the crests of the gentle waves as they meandered unobstructed toward the gently sloping, surprisingly long beach of Lake Winatachi.

Mel stood there for a few minutes and silently thanked the “Powers that be” for his amazing good fortune. He was convinced he’d been directed by these mysterious powers to this apparent paradise in the north for the summer. He went back inside the cottage and grabbed his light windbreaker before venturing out onto the sandy beachfront.

Searching east and west along the water’s edge, he concluded that he was apparently the only human out there on this chilly May evening. He could see lights shining through windows in a few cottages, but the vast majority of them were apparently still void of summer residents. He was not really that surprised, as he knew it was still rather early and chilly for summer residents to be thinking of vacations at the beach.

The next morning Mel opened his eyes and immediately noticed daylight peeking through the edges of the blinds on the bedroom window. “I slept like a baby,” he muttered to himself. “Time for your first morning walk on Bramblegrove Beach.”

Dressed in a jogging suit with his sunglasses tucked securely in a pocket, Mel decided to head west to avoid any chance of looking directly into the bright yellow, early morning sun if it decided to peek through the overcast sky. Once again, he spotted nobody else along the beach in either direction. With the daylight, he welcomed the new opportunity to investigate the neighboring cottages. Some appeared newer and bigger than others. The richer folks were probably buying up some of the older ones and building something more appropriate to their station in life, he reasoned.

Mel looked ahead and immediately noticed someone walking toward him along the beach. This individual had not been in sight the last time he looked in that direction, maybe a minute earlier, so he had no idea where they had come from. The person was bundled up nice and warm with the hood of their jogging suit tied tightly around their neck and only their face peeking out.

“Good morning,” Mel cheerily called out when they were six of seven feet apart.

“Good morning,” a clearly female voice replied softly, without looking directly at him.

Mel could not miss the sadness on her face as they passed each other and continued walking in opposite directions. He thought she might have been a little friendlier, but then sternly reprimanded himself. He had no right to pass judgment when he knew absolutely nothing about her, or her circumstances.

After walking west for maybe forty-five minutes, Mel turned around and headed back toward the east. Gazing into the distance, he saw the figure of someone who he assumed was the lady he encountered earlier, but from that far away, it could have been anyone. He was soon distracted by the sound of a motor. Checking the lake, he noticed a motorboat with four fishermen heading east. Mel waved and a couple of the fishermen waved back.

As the approaching walker got closer to him, Mel recognized the clothing of the woman he had passed earlier. He deduced that it would be insulting on his part if he simply walked by her without saying anything, so he decided to attempt a second shot at a conversation. “Ah, we meet again. It is a beautiful morning for a walk, don’t you agree?”

The lady stopped and looked directly at Mel this time with the faintest sign of a smile. “Yes, it’s certainly a beautiful morning for a walk.” After a pause she continued. “I don’t think I recall seeing you around last year. Are you new here?”

“Yes. I’ve been here a whole twelve hours or so. I’ve rented the Johnsons’ cottage for the season. Maybe you know them?”

“Oh, yes. They have been here for years. I’m surprised they’re not coming back this year.”

“Well, as I understand it, Mr. Johnson experienced a serious heart attack a few months ago, and they wished to stay close to their doctors back home. I have never actually met the Johnsons in person, but we have a mutual friend who acted as the go-between in arranging for me to be able to rent their place. I assured them that if they felt like coming up here later in the summer, I would gladly move out whenever they wanted to return.”

“That was nice of you. I hope you enjoy it here with us.”

“Thank you. I do too. Have you been coming up here for many years?”

Her face suddenly turned sullen, and she looked down at the sand as if contemplating her response. “Yes, my husband and I have owned our place here for many, many years.”

“That’s wonderful. I look forward to meeting him too.”

Her eyes became teary, and she bit her bottom lip. Mel immediately knew he should not have said that, but he had no way of knowing this ahead of time.

“I wish you could too, but he passed away two months ago,” she whispered before bursting into tears.

Oh crap, now look what I’ve done, Mel thought to himself as he just stood there in his confused state watching her and wondering what he should do next.

She covered her face with her hands and continued to sob uncontrollably. After what felt to Mel like an eternity but was probably not much more than a minute or two, Mel stepped closer to her and gently placed his arms around her. “It’s okay. Cry it all out,” he said softly, close to her ear. “You’ll feel better after you let it go.”

She lowered her hands and the tears continued in rivers down her cheeks. She attempted to say something, but no words came out. Then she pressed her body against Mel’s and wrapped her arms around his neck. She shook uncontrollably as she sobbed on his shoulder while the two of them clung tightly to each other. It felt like an eternity to Mel before the sobbing showed signs of subsiding, but eventually she began to calm.

With the sobbing behind her, the lady released her grip on Mel’s neck and stepped back, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I am so sorry about that,” she whispered. “Here you are a total stranger and I’m having a breakdown right in front of you.”

“You have nothing at all to be sorry about. You should feel better now that you’ve been able to release some of that pent-up sadness and anger. I’m happy that I was here and was able to offer a little bit of comfort to you.”

“Actually, I’m glad that you were here too, and graciously offered me a shoulder to cry on. I’ve done lots of crying over the past two months with very few shoulders around to offer me any comfort.”

“Oh, that’s truly unfortunate. Hopefully I’ll be here for the entire season and I want you to remember that my shoulder will always be at your service whenever you need it. Do you hear me?” he said kindly.

She cracked the faintest grin. “Thank you. I’ll remember that, and please believe me when I say I am truly grateful that your shoulder was available this morning. My name is Chelyan Morrison,” she said and held out her hand. “It‘s an unusual spelling. C H E L Y A N.”