She remained in her room accepting well-wishes and a tray of food that as of yet remained untouched. She hadn’t really given thought to fasting and prayer, but found herself doing exactly that. In fact, she had never prayed harder in her life. When Carissa’s soft knock fell upon her door, Laura allowed her sister admission. Carissa came into the room and waited for Laura to close and relock the door before speaking. “I know you are unhappy with me, but no more so than I am with myself.” “I’m not unhappy with you,” Laura told her. “I’m furious with your husband. If I have to sit across the table from him, I am almost certain I could not refrain from throwing my knife into his heart.” Carissa took a seat and motioned to Laura. “Please come over here so we might not be overheard.” “Secrecy isn’t resolving anything,” Laura said, though doing as her sister asked. “He will just go on hurting you.
