When Sandra's lover dies suddenly her world crumbles because of love of lost love. Every aspect of her life is suddenly centered on a single thought, Nathan, her dearly departed. Without him life had taken on a whole knew meaning. Permanently scarred, she finds herself becoming an absentee mother, and a wife that her devoted husband David had never before known, then again he never really knew her at all it seems. Sandra was a woman of many mischiefs, with a closet full of skeletons. Nathan was only a misdemnomer in her crimes of life. Her lie of a life was her biggest charge. She had a stockpile of falsehoods long before Nathan ever came along. Her provocative secrets are as overwhelming as the grief that grips her, and in time her bleeding heart, and her lies would will both consume her, but not before she comes face to face with Nathan's secrets. Some lies you take to the grave, other lies lead to the grave, and then there are lies that are told from the grave.