Funny how something as innocent as a key to a discovered storage locker could lead to multiple felonies. One wrong step and losing her position as a law clerk would be the least of her worries.
Genevieve seated herself on a relatively clean park bench near the fountain. Spray cooled her heated skin, and the movement of the water calmed her racing thoughts.
She longed for a free weekend, knowing how the sight and sound of the ocean always helped center her soul. Something about the power and the majesty of the waves crashing combined with the rhythm of the tide gave Gen a true sense of peace.
The Creator and the creation: God was the first and she was the latter. Observing the careful thought He'd put into that one aspect of creation assured her of the truth shared by her pastor/father.
"God's got this." Dad's answer to any and every situation. She had one question she longed to ask. Even though He had this horrid situation in hand, was she capable of messing everything up.
But the one person she could trust with her question was the very reason for the blue envelope that demanded a decision.
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