David Westerling is a well respected deacon in our church. His family loves openly and fiercely. Passion has driven them on paths I never would have taken and don't fully understand. I want to know their motivations but they guard their secrets as zealously as each others' hearts. Why do I feel the way I do when David looks at me or speaks to me? It makes me question what I've always thought of my life. I see what they have and I want it too. I live a blessed life but still, something is missing. I've not always been a "good girl..". Would they accept me if they knew my secret?