Amy lay on her makeshift bed in the main room of Ian’s cabin and read the passage of Scripture by full daylight at ten-thirty at night. Unhappy with the message, she set her Bible down gently, resisting the urge to clap the book shut. It seemed every Bible verse she read called her to wait. “I have waited,” she whispered into the empty room. “I have been here two months now, Lord. I believe You wanted me to stay and take care of Meredith, but the summer fades quickly. I must see what happened to my father. I cannot spend a winter in comfort with the Raffertys while my father’s death goes unpunished. Make a way for me to go, Lord.” Amy almost stopped before she uttered the next words of her prayer. But the need to act drove her, and she spoke quietly into the silent room. “Or I will do it on my own. You gave me a life that taught me independence. I take care of myself. I work hard. I have the skills I need, and I believe You want me to act.
