Proof The Bible Is True

I tossed and turned in bed next to my husband.

 

I hadn’t slept much in the two weeks since our third daughter, Katie, died in a drunk-driving accident. My days were a haze. Painful thoughts consumed me. How could she have done it? Could I have stopped her?

 

Before the accident, I’d thought my second daughter was the one I had to worry about. She was going through a rough patch and her six-year-old daughter, Alana, stayed with me or her other grandmother most days. Would life ever be alright again? It seemed impossible.

My bedroom door creaked open. Alana, I thought, keeping my eyes shut. She often had bad dreams and came to our room just to make sure her grandfather and I were there. I could hear her gentle breathing. I’d learned if I pretended to be asleep, she’d go back to bed. I listened for retreating footsteps.

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