Nine months ago, Kasey Crandall would have defined "lucky" as "my life." Married to a wealthy, generous older man, pregnant with a once-in-a-lifetime baby, she was oozing with joy. Now, however, she was more apt to think, "just my luck."
Yes, motherhood was as glorious as she expected and she totally adored her daughter. Yet an inner voice was telling her something was wrong with her baby. But nobody wanted to hear that her life was not as perfect as it seemed.
Kasey knew she needed to be strong for her child and get her the right help even if it meant going against her husband's wishes. Even if it meant turning to another man. Because sometimes a woman just has to make her own luck.
