Peyton Moreland (6:18)
Yeah, so today we're taking a trip to a sleepy little Cape Cod, Massachusetts community called Truro. It's basically a seasonal vacation town that sees an influx of tourists by summer, but when the fall arrives, it goes back to being home to the 2,000 or so residents that live there year round. It's the kind of place where people feel safe enough to leave their front doors unlocked, where they trust their neighbors with their kids as well as their secrets, which Truro has a lot of One of them being the mysterious single mom from New York City named Christa Worthington. Now, Krista was born on December 23, 1956, just outside of Boston, Massachusetts. Her dad, Christopher Toppy Worthington, people called him Toppy, was a Harvard educated lawyer who gave Krista, his only child, a lot of opportunities. But Christa worked hard to see them through. She was a phenomenal student who graduated with honors and went on to attend Vassar College in Poughkeepsie, New York. And after that, Christa moved to New York City to pursue her dreams of becoming a fashion writer. Now, Christa did find a lot of success working for publications like the New York Times, Elle Magazine, Cosmopolitan, and Vogue. She spent some time living and working in Paris and London even and co wrote a few fashion books throughout the years before she kind of started to lose interest in this passion. So for a time she pivoted, making antiques and collectibles her new focus before losing interest in column writing altogether. But those who knew Krista said that was just kind of her. She was always chasing the next big fantasy, whether that was in her job or relationships. Friends of Krista's said she was always dating someone handsome, smart, well to do. For example, her roster included the heiress Gloria Vanderbilt's son, not Anderson Cooper, but Stan Stakowski. But these relationships never lasted very long. Like her work, Christa would inevitably find herself getting bored, seeking a next adventure, the next rush. New romantic endeavors were what seemingly brought her joy. However, this did worry some of her closer friends. They said that over time, her chosen partners just sort of grew a bit stranger. Like the more relationships she had, the weirder the man kind of became. Not like the men that she had used to go out with when she was younger. But the truth was, there was something missing from Krista's life. Something she always wanted and was told she would never be able to have. And that was a child. But the issue wasn't just finding the right person to do this with. It was the fact that Krista was nearing 40 and had been told by her doctors that she was unable to ever have a child. It seemed to be the thing that just ate at Krista, the one unattainable goal in her life. At one point, she considered getting a donor doing ivf. She was fine with the idea of being a single mother who raised a child on her own. But as she was weighing this decision, she realized she just wanted to slow her life down first. So she decided to. It was time to move out of New York City and she chose a quiet little town in Cape Cod where her father actually owned a few different properties. And that is our small town where the case takes place. Now, in 1997, the nearly 41 year old Krista packed her bags and traveled north. Furrow wasn't a random spot on the map for Krista. She had spent some summers here as a kid, so there were a lot of great memories. Of course, life year round would feel much different, especially when the summer months passed and all the tourists fled the area. But at least she was familiar with it. She knew it was a slow pace. In many ways, this was more Christa's speed now. Anyways, friends said that while she definitely occupied a glamorous little corner of the New York social scene, Kristen never Really felt like she fit in with the people there. She was more free spirited, less structured. And maybe Truro and Cape Cod would be more accepting of this. So Christa moved into this small little home on the harbor, one that was owned by her grandmother. She was just a stone's throw away from an inlet where people went swimming and kayaking. There was a yacht and tennis club nearby. It was everything Christa was wanting. Aside from the fact that people often parked their boats right in front of Krista's home, since she was right by the parking lot for the harbor. And although this was, like, exactly what she was wanting, this move also changed her life in a way that she never anticipated. Because this is how Krista Worthington met Tony Jacket. Tony was what the locals called the shellfish constable of Provincetown and Truro. But this wasn't just a nickname. That's literally what his job title was. His role was to enforce fishing laws and make sure that fishermen had the proper licenses. Well, one afternoon, as Christa was complaining to the harbor master about Tony's boat being parked in front of her house, Toni walked into the conversation and the two were formally introduced. But the contentious conversation quickly turned flirtatious. Instead, the two actually took a liking to each other. And before long, Tony was going over to Krista's house to help with a repair and then coming over for tea. Eventually, one thing leads to another, and soon Tony and Krista are falling in love.
