Will the truth set her free…or keep her forever a prisoner of the past?

When Charity ran away with the Romany Gypsies, she left everything behind. Her name. A way of life constrained by English rules. The punishments her cruel father meted out in the name of God. And the young man who made it all bearable. Certain things she can’t hide, even in wild, remote Wales. A secret longing for the ease of English life. The wisps of faith that still linger. And her reaction to a handsome face she thought she’d never see again.

Daniel Hayward would recognize that voice anywhere. That unruly, copper-colored hair. Those piercing blue eyes. But what is Charity Weston doing wearing Gypsy garb in Wales…when she died years ago?

For a moment, the grief that never quite left him is transformed into joy. But the walls between them now are built from bricks of culture clashes, bitter memories, and fear. To find his way, Daniel will have to trust as never before that God will guide their hearts home at last.