Secrets RevealedChapter 1
About two hours from home, I stretched in the leather seat. I could see that my wife was reading a book. In the back seat, my young daughter was watching her DVD—or maybe she was sleeping. Her head was down so I couldn't be sure. As I drove, I recognized the town names on the highway signs. Many years ago, during the summers while I attended college, I had worked in this area. One old billboard caught my eye. It had been painted on wood and obviously needed touching up a long time ago. Most...