CHAPTER 68
It was stupid for her to be crying like this. The moment she’d heard about the Costa Rican earthquake, she’d prayed and asked God to help her find a way to get back home. Back to her mission and her calling and the children and coworkers she loved.
And he’d answered. Her brother was one of the most well-networked people she knew, and one of his best friends was the Latin American field director for Christian Relief Ministries. If she could find a way to get herself to Atlanta, CRM would fly her down with the rest of the team they’d activated to respond to the quake.
She’d be home by this time tomorrow.
“Are you all right?” Brad adjusted the strap of her carry-on.
Good thing she was already packed for this trip to Seattle. There was nothing left for her at Orchard Grove now.
