—Alexander Chase To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you. —Philip Yancey CHAPTER TWENTY ON SUNDAY EVENING, CAMERON reached for her PDA calendar. She knew she had made an appointment for early Monday with someone at some restaurant for a breakfast meeting but recalled nothing more specific than those cryptic details. Her purse yielded no calendar, nor did her briefcase, or second purse, or desk, or junk drawer in the kitchen. She then checked the front seat of her car, and the backseat, and her very cluttered trunk, which she seldom, if ever, opened. She stood outside in the growing dark, in the biting wind, frustrated and angry. She really, really needed that calendar. It’s in his truck! It’s in Ethan’s truck. She remembered taking it out of her purse there and thought she remembered putting it back in her purse, but it could have slipped out. I’ve looked everywhere else.
