If there was a man in all the world that she wanted to help her overcome her fear and need for control at the feet of her Father, it would be Drew Wilson. Though it made little sense to her, she wanted to do something, to look prettier than she normally did when she went to Drew’s later that evening. She only had an hour for lunch, and Gracie wasn’t expecting her today, but she raced to her house anyway. Melody didn’t know exactly what she wanted Gracie to do, but surely the woman would have some ideas. She knocked on the front door and within moments Gracie opened it. A full grin spread her lips. “Melody, it’s so good to see you. Come on—” Melody interrupted her friend and sped into the house. “I need your help.” Gracie furrowed her eyebrows as she shut the door. “Okay. Is something wrong?” Wyatt squealed from inside his playpen and reached up to Melody. Unable to withstand any fussing from that precious boy, Melody scooped him up into her arms. He immediately reached for her hair.
