(, no time for dreams of what might have been. There were plans to be made. The beach house -and all the secrets it held- had to be placed in secure hands. Too much had been sacrificed for too many years to let the secrets slip out now. Too many reputations were at stake. She had but one hope. Lord, she prayed, her voice raspy in her tight throat. I'm not here to complain. You know me better than that after all this time. But the Bible says You never close a door without opening a window. So I'm praying for You to open the window. You know how things are between Cara and me. It will probably take a miracle to make)