CHAPTER
“Would you like a drink?”
Margot stared at the flight attendant, then at the wine bottle near the back of her little push cart.
She licked her lips. “Just some cranberry juice, please.”
She glanced at the time. Two more hours before the plane landed in Vegas. She could do this. She could hold it together just a little while longer.
Margot clutched the Bible Sandy had given to her when she dropped her off at Logan Airport.
“Start in Isaiah 40,” Sandy had told her, “and just keep working your way through until God brings you the comfort and healing you need.”
Margot was still hunting for that comfort and healing after her first three chapters. Frustrated and desperate, she turned the page. A highlighted passage caught her eye.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with
