And she knew she had impacted so many little lives. And she trusted God. She wasn t going to be bitter. But there were days, she had to admit, when she wanted to know why. Road construction for the next four miles.
Life just keeps going on.
And bills must be paid, yards must be mowed, and a million other significantly insignificant things have to happen. But nothing will come between my child and me this time. Stacy saw a small, neat, white frame house. The yard had been freshly mowed, and the garden was full of new petunias all waiting to welcome company. Stacy and her baby had been separated.