Two hours earlier
Meredith enjoyed having the aisle to herself, at least for now. Time to think. Time to breathe.
She wanted to get her mind back to the place where it had been before she encountered Grandma Lucy at the gate. Before Connor called and things got weird.
A ministry for victims of s****l a***e. Homes set up around the country. Compassionate Christian staff trained to offer support and counsel. The ideas had been flowing so quickly at the gate that Meredith could hardly keep her pen moving fast enough, but now she sat motionless and stared at the half-filled page in her journal.
A visionary at heart, Meredith had never been short on ideas. Never been short on dreams. She’d built up Living Grace from a vague idea to an international ministry known for its solid, Bible-based
