Sandy grew up a loner. She always assumed she would fight alone, that this was simply how her life would play out. She never expected to matter. She never expected a war. Certainly not a war with her own son as its deceived leader.

Behind him stands a century-long conspiracy, born in 1930 when a twisted man raised a brilliant ten-year-old orphan he called only "Susan." Susan didn't just accept his pseudoscientific eugenics vision; she believed she was proof of it. What followed was something far more ominous than the original plan. A controlling cult of unwanted children, amassed into the hundreds of thousands and eventually millions, embedded and embittered sycophantic soldiers throughout America's economic, political, and cultural power structure. Awaiting his command.

Sandy was willing to fight alone for the reclamation of her son. But through providence and divine mercy, a brief encounter with a delivery nurse named Ruthy taught her that divine intervention works through ordinary, and often broken, people.

Sandy's first battle isn't with the enemy. It's between her head and her long-guarded heart.