Reluctant Cassandra by Ellen Smith (Tour + Excerpt)

Synopsis:
Nothing much changes in historic Eagle Valley, Virginia. That's a good thing for Arden McCrae. It's easier to manage her visions of the future when there isn't much to see. Arden would rather stay buried in the certainty that comes with stories of the past. Fortunately, running the local antique store and keeping up with the Eagle Valley Historical Society gives her plenty of history to hide behind.

When her aging parents are forced to sell their farm to pay for medical care, Arden sees big changes ahead. The sale threatens the historic status of Eagle Valley, and Arden's own store is in peril. Meanwhile, her father's rapidly advancing Alzheimer's keeps him locked in a heartbreaking past. The rest of the McCrae family is left to make difficult decisions for the days to come.

The future that nobody wants is descending fast, and Arden must face the visions she's always avoided. Soon, her town is divided over their historic status and her family is shattered by her father's declining health. Arden will have to choose whether to fight to preserve the past or learn to embrace the future.

          I feel change rolling through Eagle Valley like mist before a storm. It’s a vague, unsettling feeling, enough to make me stop work around my store and take a look out the front window. Main Street looks the same, from the herringbone brick sidewalks to the American flags on the lampposts. I look again, studying each detail slowly. To my right, the street curves uphill and ends at the stone face of Eagle Valley Presbyterian. To my left, the street rolls downhill. Brick storefronts eventually give way to gravel roads and low-hanging trees. Just outside town, I can see the outer fields of my parents’ farm, and beyond that, the September indigo of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

          Nothing looks out of place. In fact, I’d bet all the money in the till that our Main Street looks about like every other historic district in Virginia. Still, the whole town has an odd sheen. Frozen and perfect in a way it never will be again.

          I trace my gloved finger along the gold stick-on letters in my front window. They spell out “McCrae’s Antiques,” though it looks backwards from inside the store. The edges of the “Q” and “T” are starting to peel up again. All that window washing I do is taking its toll.

     I shake my head and turn away from the window. I need to get back to work. It’s been a slow month, and these antiques aren’t going to sell themselves. It’s probably nothing, anyway. Since breaking up with Jeremy, seems I’ve gone from ignoring premonitions to imagining them.

          I can’t shake the feeling of dread that’s sinking deeper into my gut. I dial my parents’ number and leave a message, asking Mama to call me back. After a second thought, I send a little how-are-you text to my sisters, Eliza and Lila Beth. Better safe than sorry.

          I look over the front displays, the glass counter full of antique jewelry, and the display shelves of odds and ends. Everything’s already been scoured clean and dusted twice today. I haven’t had a customer in here since three o’clock. Since then, I’ve been taking pictures and uploading product descriptions to the store website. I don’t love selling things on the Internet, but at least I’m getting customers there. Being the only person in this big store is starting to make me antsy. Makes me feel surrounded, like everything in here’s just bursting to tell its history.