Patty Dickerson, pregnant, 27, gets a call in the middle of the night that ends her remembered life. Her husband, Tommy: "Listen, me and Gary got in a little spot tonight. I'm in jail." "The little spot" becomes 25 to life for second-degree murder, and O'Nan builds, detail by detail, year by year, Patty's side of the sentence. From O'Nan's masterful writing, I know these people--Patty, Tommy, son Casey, her family, the people who shun her and the few who don't--and I know them as people. And "the long pause that's kept them from their real life"? At the end: "It's over. He's home. They made it." Wonderful!