Five years ago, Harbor Wilson walked away from 137 Briarfield Lane, the place she'd once called home, with no intention of ever returning. Oh, how plans change. A phone call. A bit of pleading. And a promise to return home for just one week. Just one. That's all it took for Harbor to return to a place that harbored, every pun intended, all her emotional baggage. If she can get through this week of surprises without breaking down in a torrent of tears when the past demands to have its say, that will be a miracle. Harbor only hopes God is still in the miracle-working business. If not, all bets are off.