Carole Garner's life is smug and secure until she learns her recently deceased Aunt Effie was, in reality, her mother. As she tries to adjust to this shattering news, her husband's infidelity of twenty years ago, comes to light. She leaves her husband and her daughter, and retreats to the home her mother left her.
Jack Garner must find a way to persuade his wife to forgive him. He visits her and begs her to return to him. She will, under one condition. He will faithfully attend church with her. Jack, an avowed agnostic refuses. They quarrel. He storms off into the night and meets with a crippling accident.
Carole is faced with the most difficult decision of her life. Does she leave her unfaithful husband, or does she hold fast to her marriage vows, trust God, and stay?
Carole hurried to keep pace with Dr. Williams. He led the way to a small office, opened the door, and sat behind a tiny desk. "Sit down." He pointed to a nearby chair.
Carole sat and grasped the arms of the chair. She shook with shock and fright. "What happened? Is Jack going to be all right?"
"Your husband was involved in a head-on collision. He must have seen the car approaching from the wrong way. He tried to get out of the way by pulling off the road. He didn't make it. He was braced for the hit. The severest injuries are to his lower extremities. He also has some broken ribs, a broken arm, cuts and lacerations and a concussion. Since we haven't completed our internal examination, I can't say about further injuries."
"Will he be alright?" Panic rose in Carole's throat and hung there. "Will he walk again?"
"I wish I could answer both questions in the affirmative." Dr. Williams clasp his hands together and placed them on the desk in front of him. "Your husband lost his left leg. It was crushed by the impact of the smash-up. We removed the mangled limb just below the knee. If he makes it through the night, we can talk later about the injuries to his other knee and ankle."
"If?" This was a bad dream, a nightmare of the worst kind. "Are you telling me he might die?"
"We will do everything we can." Dr. Williams stood. "I must get back to my patient."
"May I see Jack?"
"Maybe tomorrow. Go home and get some rest." He opened the door. "We will know more tomorrow."
Carole headed in the direction of the waiting room. Jack had lost his left leg. He could die this very night. The thought terrified her. Please, God, don't let that happen. Don't take him from me now.