The story begins in the Northern Mountains of Georgia, in the early 40's before the sweeping mental health reforms.
Evelyn, a beautiful but poor girl, becomes involved in an affair with the mayor of her small southern town. His family has her committed to a mental institution.
This is a story of her life, and of the horror of the mental health system for the greater part of the twentieth century.
When she is released, thirty years later, she strives to survive in a world that has changed dramatically, and to find what is left of her family, even as she is driven to revenge against the woman that has taken her youth and ruined her life.
Evelyn’s fierce green eyes looked ahead into the setting sun on the long dusty road home from the cotton fields. She was bone tired and her stomach was gnawing at her but she still had a good thirty minute’s walk home. She forged on; her mom would have some food ready and she could play with the baby once she got back to the mountain shack she called home.
The dust stuck to her damp skin and her cotton flour sack dress stuck to her thighs. Evelyn had turned 15 years old just last week. She was a striking girl, though petitie, with bright hazel eyes, curly chestnut hair, proud bones and sinfully full lips. Even dirty, weary, and wet with sweat, she was a beautiful girl. If she’d been rich, she could have had her pick of men. As it were, she was dirt poor, and had to work the fields to help her ma with the babies that just kept coming. Her pa was a bootlegger, and he’d manage to stay home just long enough to make up a load of moonshine and get her ma pregnant, then he’d be off to sell his booze and spend the profits whoring around in town.
Evelyn sighed as she heard a motor car coming up the dirt road, and she scurried off the side, afraid of getting hit. The car slowed as it came up behind her and passed her by a few yards before stopping. An older man in a fine suit opened the door and stuck his head out.
”You goin far there, young miss?”