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Having just returned to American soil from the desert sands of the Middle East, James Greene is done with his life. 'Double amputee' doesn't seem like a strong enough phrase to label the physical and emotional pain he bears. Add the lack of love and communication with his family members, the demons that haunt him day and night, and he can find nothing worth living for. Ending it all is the only way out.
Alexandria Lorance is a not-so-ordinary physical therapist, content with aiding in her patients' recoveries. Her work gives her fulfillment, but alone in the silence, she still endures the hidden scars of a past, unhealthy relationship. Reminding herself that true healing is found in Christ alone, she seeks to show kindness and love to everyone she meets.
When these two broken ones' paths intersect, the spark of friendship is ignited, bringing hope and joy to both. Can they step out of the darkness of suffering and into the freedom of grace?
A Marine, broken by war. A therapist, scarred by words. A chance meeting in a parking lot bonded them together. But can love grow in these two hurting hearts? Or are they truly too broken to ever find lasting happiness?
“I just don’t know,” James murmurs, eyes averted. “I tried reading a Bible that was in my hospital room. I guess becoming someone you never thought you’d be makes you do things you said you would never do. But… I just couldn’t make the connection. This Jesus wasn’t even mentioned.”
Kellon frowns. “Where in the Bible did you start reading?”
“The beginning,” James replies, as if that’s the only logical answer.
“Well, assuming you didn’t get very far—”
“About five pages.”
“—that’s probably why you didn’t find Jesus. He comes on the scene in the New Testament, over halfway through.”
“Figures.”
Eyes lighting with realization, Alex continues to watch me for a long moment, lips pressed. “Oh my… I never even knew. Bless your heart.”
Swallowing, I look away—I can’t keep looking into her eyes. I reach for my fork and return to my meal. “Well, aren’t you just a typical southern belle.”
Batting her eyelashes, Alex flips her hair over her shoulder, adeptly taking the hint to drop the topic. “Just call me Georgia.”
Once I get James started on an exercise machine for a leg workout, I prop my arms across the top of the front. “So how was Cardini’s last night?”
His head jerks up from watching his progress on the digital screen. “How did you know about that?”
I shrug, struggling to keep a straight face. He acts like I caught him smoking at the responsible age of nine. “Word gets around.”
Forehead wrinkling, he eyes me with suspicion. “Not funny. ‘Fess up, Lil’ Miss Therapist.”
I twist in my seat, drawing my leg up under me until I face James. Except, I don’t face him. I keep staring down at the faded, worn seat between us. It doesn’t serve as a very accurate metaphor.
There’s a lot more than two feet of tattered cloth spanning the gap between us.