"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 peace. But You're famous for those, so I'm hopeful. Please, Lord, that's all I'm asking for. Not more time. I'd go willingly if I knew things were settled here before I left." She smiled ruefully. "I'm going whether it's willingly or not--I know that, too." Her smile fell as she grimaced in pain. "Please, Lord, answer this one small prayer. Not just for me, but for Cara. Help me play with my child once more before I die. Bring my Cara home."