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Blanche was placed in the front seat of her car like Anton considered her a priceless Ming vase. Fifteen minutes of smooth efficiency from the moment she’d done the damage. Now to endure the twenty-minute drive home. Saying nothing wasn’t going to be an option. Twenty minutes seemed a long time for awkward silences, but was it long enough to sort out the mess she’d inadvertently placed herself in? How could she raise the topic when she suspected Anton was making a pass at her—or worse? Perhaps she wasn’t even safe in the car with him.
Lord, give me courage. I need help to get out of the mess I’m in.
Courage was something she’d been requesting since Esther had first been diagnosed with cancer. Courage to face Esther’s illness, courage to face her past, courage to confront William. She
