Logan Airport
Sitting in the airport gate, Meredith’s whole body chilled at the strange ending to Grandma Lucy’s prayer. Let this cup of trouble pass or we will all be lost. What was that supposed to mean? Had God told Grandma Lucy about Meredith and her meeting with the board of directors? Had yesterday’s board meeting been this so-called cup of trouble?
Let this cup of trouble pass or we will all be lost. And what about the last part? All will be lost? Where was the hope, the conviction that had resounded so majestically in Grandma Lucy’s words just moments earlier?
All will be lostMeredith’s phone rang. At first she wasn’t going to answer, but Grandma Lucy’s bizarre, piercing gaze made her uncomfortable. Meredith stood up, thankful for a reason to excuse herself. What had started as
