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Caroline had only been asleep for ten or fifteen minutes before Calvin returned to their hotel room, but now she felt as if she’d slept for ten or twelve hours. Was this what it felt like to pray your hardest and know with certainty that God heard you? Is this why her friend Sandy always came across as so calm and rested?
Caroline glanced at her husband, who was snoring slightly and drooling on the hotel pillow. Calvin could fall asleep in ten seconds flat. In the carefree days of their early marriage, she’d even timed him. Ten seconds flat, even with his veins pulsating with caffeine from all that cold coffee he drank and his mind swarming with details of all the cases he’d been working.
Caroline was surprised she didn’t feel more anxious. It was as if every single fear for Bec
