Southwood Conference Center was the community her husband had always wanted. While Felicia hid in a government protection program hours away, Brent managed and rehabilitated what had begun as a plantation upgraded for TV, classes, retreat housing and the experiences of a dozen eclectic people, families, clients and broken guests and staff. Felicia had never seen Southwood or met the tribe. She was pretty sure it was not going to be the community she had always wanted. She wasn't even sure she could put her marriage back together. Then she heard the whales singing. Songs of protection, guidance, solutions.