Lezlie Diamond and Jordan Marshall meet again after a disgruntled husband accuses Lezlie of allowing his wife to die. A night security officer at the hospital, Jordan sees Lezlie home safely. Her nervousness tells him she’s holding something back.
Jordan was devastated when Lezlie disappeared from his life sixteen years ago. Now she’s back and he discovers her secret: the birth of their son. How can he ever trust her again?
The two loves of Lezlie’s life unite. The teen immediately forgives his mother for her secrets and wants to know his father, but dare Jordan follow their son’s example and grant Lezlie a second chance?
Awards & Other Kudos
Moselle's Insurance is more than a policy…it's a secret worth learning. Highly recommended for any reader who loves stellar writing and a gripping storyline that honors Christ from beginning to end. —Delia Latham
LoRee Peery is a gifted writer with a touch for heart-tugging romance that encompasses not just love, but faith and overcoming the odds as well. Her writing voice is smooth and engaging and her plot line of reconciliation and fresh hope kept me turning the pages. —Marianne Evans
“Watchmen, what is left of the night?”
“Morning is coming, but also the night.”—Isaiah 21:11-12
Lezlie Diamond waved her hand in front of the automatic door sensor and rushed through. The swish gave way to a rustle of clothing, and something solid hitting the door.
“You didn’t get the doctor in time. I told you my wife was in trouble.”
Car, pedestrian, fatal. I tried.
“Sir, this is a restricted area.” Her heart thumped in her ears. She stopped all forward motion. “Let’s go back to the nurse’s station.”
“It’s your fault she died.” Mr. Hanson used heated hand gestures to accent every word.
The accusation mentally zapped Lezlie into the patient’s room, where the dreaded nightmare event happened moments earlier. The silence had screamed they were too late. Silence except for the flat-line beep. No one breathed. Then, at her “Code Blue!” command, organized chaos ensued. She’d grabbed the crash cart herself. As a team, they attempted CPR, Auto External Defib, Epinephrine, Endotracheal tubes.
Nothing saved the patient.
We can’t revive everyone. God has His say when it comes to life and death.
Back inside the public area, she leaned against the counter above the nurse’s desk. When she caught sight of a night security uniform at the end of the hall, Lezlie drew in a sigh of relief. Desk personnel must have called.
“Mr. Hanson, I am so sorry,” she said to the shocked and grieving husband.
With fisted hands on his hips, one corner of his mouth twisted low. “Save it. You let my wife die.”