He awoke in the middle of the night, sweating. The whole experience felt like a bad dream. Surely Nada would walk through the door any minute, and everything would be all right. But what had happened wasn’t a dream. Each time he awoke and realized she was gone, he felt a stab in the heart. Mr. Stein asked to speak with Judd. “When my wife died, it was very difficult. Since my daughter had left my faith and had become a believer in Christ, I felt alone. I responded to my wife’s death by withdrawing. That wasn’t all bad, but there came a point when I had to talk with someone.” Judd nodded. “I guess Sam is going through the same thing.” “Yes. He came to me yesterday, and we had a long talk. It is difficult for him since his father never responded to the message of Christ.” “That’s a tough one. I know it’ll be good to talk with someone, but I just don’t feel …” Judd’s voice trailed off. “I am available when you’re ready.” Lionel came in the room. “Did you hear what happened to Mac McCullum?”
