Like your angel namesake, may you continue to protect and declare the good work God has done.
Mom
He closed his eyes against the sharp sting of tears. He still missed her.
Every single day.
But she’d be heartbroken to know how cold his faith had grown. Maybe, like Finn had said, it was time to do something about that.
Lord, I know it’s been a while, but please. Gimme something here. Her death can’t be for nothing. She wasn’t who they’re saying she was. She deserves justice. Where is Your good work in this?
He waited.
The only sound was the thrum of bass spilling over from his brothers’ room next door. With a heavy sigh, Michael pocketed the medal and walked to their closed door, ready to knock.
They really should be doing homework.
But would nagging them change anything? Michael dropped his fist and continued down the hallway. He needed a drink.
Opening the fridge, he scanned the contents. Nothing looked good. He shut the door just as his phone rang.
Josh? What was he calling for this late?
Michael answered. “What’s up, J?”
“Hey, you haven’t seen my sister, have you?”
“Not today.”
“She’s not there? With Maria or anything?”
“Maria is in Denver tonight for a work thing.”
Josh blew out a long breath.
Michael’s pulse kicked up. “What’s going on?”
“Probably nothing…but she was supposed to watch the kids tonight so Lily and I could go out. You know how impulsive she can be, jumping from one thing to the next so quickly that sometimes things get lost in the shuffle. But I can’t reach her on her phone.”
“When was she supposed to be there?”
“We never really set a time. Maybe I’m becoming too much like my parents and sounding an alarm too soon…”
“No, you’re not. She’d never blow you off like this. I’ll go look for her.”
“You think she’s in trouble or something? Should I?—”
“Stay there with Lily and the kids. Let me worry about Dani. I’ll find her.”
“Thanks, bro. But call me as soon as you know anything.”
“I will.”
Suddenly, Michael wasn’t so weary anymore. He took the stairs two at a time to his room, where he found his shoes and slipped on a sweatshirt. He called Maria as he started his car and backed out of the driveway.
“Michael?” Maria’s voice was accompanied by chatter and background music.
“Are you at a party?”
