Proof The Bible Is True

I listened to the ocean breeze rattling the windows of our duplex while I sorted files in our home office. I was on task number seven of the day’s to-do list.

 

Late spring was a busy time for the employment recruiting business my husband, Richard, and I ran, and I needed to keep up with the work. I still had to schedule interviews, respond to a few e-mails and cook dinner by the time Richard got back from doing his work. It was already 7:00 p.m.

 

I liked this time of year on the Outer Banks. There were few distractions. We lived on a street that dead-ended at the beach, just Richard and me with our dog, Bear, a Rottweiler-Labrador mix. The only other person who lived on our block full-time was two doors down from us, a retiree—an elderly woman named Rene.

 

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