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Authors: Carrie Turansky
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coursed through him. Fishing through the cold water, he retrieved the phone. He wiped it on his pants leg and gave it a good shake before he climbed in the car.
“Which airline are you flying with, Mr. Lawrence?”
“US Air.” Tyler hooked his seat belt and flipped open his phone. Little drops of water fogged his screen and dripped from the buttons. He swiped his coat sleeve over the phone’s screen and punched in speed dial for Allie at Sweet Something. Lifting it to his ear, he prayed it would work, but the silence buzzed back at him. A crazy mixture of fear and foreboding coursed through him. He had to explain things to Allie before he left town. He needed her prayers.
Sighing, he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Hopefully, he’d have time to call her from the airport.
Forty-five minutes later he hustled through the revolving door of the Newark International Airport and scanned the scene in Terminal A. Crowds of people, toting bulky suitcases, stood between him and the check-in counter. Tyler shot off an urgent prayer. He had less than thirty-five minutes to get through the line and onto that plane for Tampa. His stepmother’s call left little doubt. His father’s situation was serious. He had to come now.
He spotted a tall, blond agent, with a caring smile, helping passengers find the correct line. She listened to his story and took him directly to the ticket counter. In less than seven minutes he had paid for his ticket and had his boarding pass in hand. The same agent took him to the head of the security line. He thanked her and quickly made his way through the checkpoint.
Running down the concourse toward his gate, he spotted a pay phone. He hadn’t used one in ages and soon realized he needed coins he didn’t have. Dashing into a bookshop across the concourse, he tried to persuade the clerk to give him change for a five. But he refused to open the register unless Tyler made a purchase. He grabbed a bag of peanuts and tossed the five-dollar bill on the counter. The clerk passed back a handful of change.
Tyler glanced at his watch as he approached the phone. He had less than seventeen minutes before the plane took off. Frustration swelled in his chest. Allie must think he was a jerk for standing her up on her birthday. He wearily rubbed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath. He had to get a grip. She would understand. They’d been praying for his dad, asking the Lord to give Tyler an opportunity to speak to him about his faith. He just never expected their prayers to be answered like this.
He punched in her home number and waited for the call to go through. Gripping the receiver, he counted four rings, and then the answering machine clicked on.
Disappointment pulsed through him. He didn’t want to talk to a machine. Emotion rose and clogged his throat, stealing his words for a few seconds. Finally he spoke. “Allie, it’s me. My stepmom called from the hospital in Clearwater. My dad had a heart attack on the golf course this afternoon. She’s pretty upset. She wants me to come right away. I’m at the airport now, catching a seven-ten flight. Please pray. I’m not ready to say good-bye to my dad.” Tyler’s voice choked off. He closed his eyes and swallowed. “I’m sorry about tonight.” He stopped to listen as they made the final call for his flight. “I have to go. I love you.”
He listened to the silence on the other end of the line, and his shoulders sagged.
Chapter Nine
A jumble of fear and frustration swirled through Allison as she stooped and picked up the Saturday morning paper outside Tyler’s front door. It was almost ten thirty. Could he be sleeping in? Maybe he’d never come home. That thought sent a sickening wave through her. Please, Lord, don't let it be something like that. She lifted her hand and knocked.
Last night she’d finally given up waiting for him at the shop and left with Tessa. Her sister threw together a last-minute birthday party complete with a
“Which airline are you flying with, Mr. Lawrence?”
“US Air.” Tyler hooked his seat belt and flipped open his phone. Little drops of water fogged his screen and dripped from the buttons. He swiped his coat sleeve over the phone’s screen and punched in speed dial for Allie at Sweet Something. Lifting it to his ear, he prayed it would work, but the silence buzzed back at him. A crazy mixture of fear and foreboding coursed through him. He had to explain things to Allie before he left town. He needed her prayers.
Sighing, he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Hopefully, he’d have time to call her from the airport.
Forty-five minutes later he hustled through the revolving door of the Newark International Airport and scanned the scene in Terminal A. Crowds of people, toting bulky suitcases, stood between him and the check-in counter. Tyler shot off an urgent prayer. He had less than thirty-five minutes to get through the line and onto that plane for Tampa. His stepmother’s call left little doubt. His father’s situation was serious. He had to come now.
He spotted a tall, blond agent, with a caring smile, helping passengers find the correct line. She listened to his story and took him directly to the ticket counter. In less than seven minutes he had paid for his ticket and had his boarding pass in hand. The same agent took him to the head of the security line. He thanked her and quickly made his way through the checkpoint.
Running down the concourse toward his gate, he spotted a pay phone. He hadn’t used one in ages and soon realized he needed coins he didn’t have. Dashing into a bookshop across the concourse, he tried to persuade the clerk to give him change for a five. But he refused to open the register unless Tyler made a purchase. He grabbed a bag of peanuts and tossed the five-dollar bill on the counter. The clerk passed back a handful of change.
Tyler glanced at his watch as he approached the phone. He had less than seventeen minutes before the plane took off. Frustration swelled in his chest. Allie must think he was a jerk for standing her up on her birthday. He wearily rubbed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath. He had to get a grip. She would understand. They’d been praying for his dad, asking the Lord to give Tyler an opportunity to speak to him about his faith. He just never expected their prayers to be answered like this.
He punched in her home number and waited for the call to go through. Gripping the receiver, he counted four rings, and then the answering machine clicked on.
Disappointment pulsed through him. He didn’t want to talk to a machine. Emotion rose and clogged his throat, stealing his words for a few seconds. Finally he spoke. “Allie, it’s me. My stepmom called from the hospital in Clearwater. My dad had a heart attack on the golf course this afternoon. She’s pretty upset. She wants me to come right away. I’m at the airport now, catching a seven-ten flight. Please pray. I’m not ready to say good-bye to my dad.” Tyler’s voice choked off. He closed his eyes and swallowed. “I’m sorry about tonight.” He stopped to listen as they made the final call for his flight. “I have to go. I love you.”
He listened to the silence on the other end of the line, and his shoulders sagged.
Chapter Nine
A jumble of fear and frustration swirled through Allison as she stooped and picked up the Saturday morning paper outside Tyler’s front door. It was almost ten thirty. Could he be sleeping in? Maybe he’d never come home. That thought sent a sickening wave through her. Please, Lord, don't let it be something like that. She lifted her hand and knocked.
Last night she’d finally given up waiting for him at the shop and left with Tessa. Her sister threw together a last-minute birthday party complete with a