It was impossible to do otherwise, as the darkness muted any semblance of the outside world. She was alone, and she resigned herself to the fact that she was likely to die that way. She was aware that everyone else might already be dead. The storm might have killed them all, in which case, she found her own fate a little easier to swallow. If her children were dead, Trudy had nothing else to live for anyway. How sad, she thought. Her life had once held so much promise, but she’d thrown it all away for James Sykes, a man she didn’t even love. But that wasn’t quite true, was it? She didn’t love him, had never loved him, but he wasn’t the only reason she’d thrown her life away. She’d also done it for God. Some people, she knew, had to be brought to the Lord kicking and screaming, but then there were others like herself that just craved to have that void filled in their lives. To say she needed God to fill that void might be oversimplifying. She needed something to fill it, something big, something larger and greater and more mysterious than her.
