The Power of Prayer
Lorana Hoopes
Copyright © 2018 by Lorana Hoopes
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Dedication
Dedication Page:
The Power of Prayer is dedicated first and foremost to my grandmother who chose life when she was pregnant with my mother even though she was informed she might not survive delivery. My grandmother lived until I was four.
To my mom and dad: thank you for editing and adding your two cents. Most importantly, thank you for raising me in a Christian home and encouraging me to write.
To my husband and my children: thank you for allowing me to spend time working on this in the evenings.
To Ryann Woods: thank you for your tough questions about God. You were my inspiration for Lexi, and I’ll keep praying for you.
To Kathryn and Beth: thank you for your support and feedback.
Contents
Note from the Author
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
26. Author’s Note
27. Not ready to say Goodbye yet?
28. When Hearts Collide Preview
29. A Free Story For You
30. The Billionaire’s Impromptu Bet Preview
31. Discussion Questions
References
The Story Doesn’t End!
About The Author
Note from the Author
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The Heartbeats series:
Where It All Began
When Hearts Collide
A Past Forgiven
Chapter 1
I checked the diamond studded watch on my left wrist for the fourth time and sighed in annoyance. Only two minutes had passed since the last time, but I couldn’t keep my eyes from returning to the classic timepiece. I had been planning this day for the last year, and Shaina’s delay was disintegrating my perfectly laid plans.
“Where is she?” The agitation spilled into my voice, and my mother’s brow furrowed in the mirror behind me. My mother had never understood my need for lists and order; she preferred going with the flow, which had never been my strong suit.
“I’m sure she’ll be back any minute.” Her voice was calm and soothing, but she couldn’t hide the flicker of doubt that crossed her eyes or the furtive glance she shot at the door. Something was definitely not right. “I’ll go check.”
As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, and Shaina, my best friend and maid of honor, poked her blonde head in the changing room.
Shaina and I had met in college and become friends our Junior year because Shaina had been just as driven as I was. She had been fierce competition for the top spot in class, but I had welcomed the challenge and only gloated a little when I had won, if only by a tenth of a point.
Relief flooded my body. Surely Shaina had taken care of whatever the problem was. “Is everything ready?”
“Well, sort of.” Shaina’s brow furrowed and her whitened teeth bit her perfectly pink bottom lip. She shuffled into the room past my mother, who took the chance to exit, closing the door behind her.
“What do you mean sort of?” A knot appeared in my stomach as I whirled to face Shaina. This could not be happening. “Did that photographer flake out on us? I knew we shouldn’t have hired him. I thought he seemed flighty. I mean what kind of photographer has his studio in a garage for goodness sake? Or is it the food? I told Daniel the shop we ordered it from seemed a little dirty but he insisted on them because he loves their food . . .”
Shaina held up her left hand; her right stayed conspicuously behind her back. “No, the photographer is here, and the food is fine.” Her eyes darted around the room, focusing on anything except my face. That was not a good sign. Shaina was terrible at hiding information and even worse at sugar coating. It was a characteristic I normally loved about her. “It’s uh . . . it’s Daniel; he’s . . . uh . . . he’s not coming.”
The knot intensified, threatening to choke off my breath. My hand flew to my chest as the first signs of a panic attack coming on began. I hadn’t had one in ages, but my fiancé not showing up to his own wedding would certainly be cause for one. “What do you mean he’s not coming? Has he been in an accident? Is he in the hospital?”
“No, Callie.” Shaina lowered her eyes and brought her hidden hand forward. She turned her palm up and offered up the cell phone it held.
I snatched the phone and swiped the screen to turn it on. Daniel’s message still glowed on the screen.
-Tell Callie I’m sorry, but I can’t marry her-
What does he mean he can’t marry me? This had to be some kind of joke. My shoulders slumped forward, and my knuckles holding the phone turned white. “That’s it? That’s all? What does this mean? What am I supposed to tell everyone out there?” There were nearly two hundred people waiting in the sanctuary.
Shaina lowered her head, unable to meet my eyes and bit her lip again.
My eyes narrowed to slits as I crossed the room and grabbed Shaina’s arm, eliciting a yelp of either surprise or pain. I didn’t know which, and at that moment, I didn’t care. “What aren’t you telling me?” Her eyes narrowed to slits. “There’s someone else, isn’t there? Who is it? If you know Shaina, then you have to tell me.”
When Shaina lifted her head, tears glistened in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Callie.”
I dropped my arm and stared at Shaina. She’s sorry? What does she have to be sorry for? It’s not like her fiancé just left her. It’s not like—Anger flared up in me as the realization set in. The world flashed red, and my nostrils flared. A vice grip squeezed my heart as the loathing flooded my body. I’ll kill her. I’ll strangle her with my bare hands. My hands curled into fists and my lip quivered even as my words came out more a snarl than a statement. “You? How could you?”
Shaina shrunk under my glaring eyes and took a step backwards. Her shoulders curled inward, and her head dropped. “I didn’t mean to, honest.” Her words tumbled together, spilling out of her mouth as her hands wrung together. “We spent so much time together planning the wedding while you were working. It was one time, and I had no idea he had feelings for me until this morning when he called. I even tried to talk him out of leaving you.”
“You?? And Daniel??” Flashes of black dotted my vision. “Were you ever going to tell me?” You little -- My knees began to t
remble from the rage boiling inside, and I fought for control of them as my carefully laid plans crumbled around me.
Shaina turned away, her voice higher than normal. “Um, no? I was pretty sure he thought it had been a mistake, so I was going to try and forget him for your sake.”
My nails dug holes into my palms, and the vein in my throat pulsed. I could almost see my heart beating. “For my sake?” The words were soft, deadly. “Shouldn’t you have thought about my feelings before you slept with my fiancé?”
Shaina flinched as my words pierced like an icy dagger. “I never meant for it to happen. If you hadn’t been so busy --”
My body tensed, shaking. “Don’t you dare make this my fault,” I seethed through clenched teeth. “I trusted you. I trusted him, and yet while trying to move up in my career you both threw that trust away.”
Shaina’s shoulders dropped, and she stared at her feet, her voice losing its power. “That’s part of the problem, Callie; your career always came first. You couldn’t even plan your own wedding. How do you think that made Daniel feel when you could never be there?”
“Get out; get out now!” Unable to contain the rage any longer, I grabbed a nearby glass of water from a small table and hurled it at Shaina. Shaina ducked and the glass missed cutting her face, but the resulting explosion of shards as the glass shattered against the wall mirrored my feelings and brought a smidgen of satisfaction. “Go be with MY fiancé and have a great life, but don’t ever contact me again. I never want to see you, either of you, again.”
Shaina cowered in the doorway, hands covering her face, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I am sorry Callie, and I hope someday you forgive me.”
As the door closed behind Shaina, my knees finally gave out, and I collapsed on the floor. How could this happen to me? This was supposed to be my perfect day, the day I had dreamed of since I was eight years old.
An ugly, wretched sound escaped my mouth, and before I could stop them, more sobs poured out. My shoulders rose and fell as if pulled on strings by some sadistic puppet master. Darkness began to claw into the sides of my vision, and my throat closed up. My hands pulled at my throat, desperate for a little more air.
The door opened and closed. I vaguely registered my mother as she entered the room, scooped me up, and rocked me like she had when I was young. As she caressed my hair, she whispered a prayer, and for once I didn’t stop her. “Please God, please heal her pain.”
Chapter 2
As the beeping intensified, I threw the alarm across the room to shut it up and pulled the pillow over my head. I had no desire to go to work today. It had been much nicer sitting in the dark yesterday feeling sorry for myself.
Though I could tell myself no one would know, I had little doubt that everyone at work would know by now that I had been stood up. They’d probably be happy. For once, I wanted to curse my braggadocios attitude and constant need to appear superior. If I hadn’t made such a big deal about the wedding and invited nearly everyone in the office to it, then I might have been able to pretend the jilting never happened and go on about life. It wasn’t like I had close friends at the office anyway, more like associates that I only spoke to between the hours of nine and five. But no, I’d had to brag about how amazing it was going to be and now everyone would know of my humiliation.
Sighing, I slammed my palms down on the bed. No, I can’t let him win. I have to at least act like it didn’t bother me. Besides, they’re announcing Junior Partner this week and if I don’t show up, I’ll never get the promotion. Lowering the pillow from my face, I blinked at the intruding sunlight, and threw back the covers.
With the last reserve of energy, I rolled off the bed and stalked into my closet. A myriad of designer clothing crammed the closet, but I saw none of it. Instead, I yanked on the first black skirt and white top my hands touched. I should have wanted to make a good impression, to prove that I was doing fine, but I couldn’t muster the energy.
The image staring back at me from the mirror was cringeworthy. Dark patches circled my normally bright green eyes, and they looked dead and void of life. I looked like I’d gotten punched in the face. Better do something about those. It was one thing not to care about my outfit, but I couldn’t go in looking shabby and beat up. Grabbing some concealer, I placed a few dots under my eyes and rubbed it in. The look wasn’t much better, but it would have to do. I ran a quick brush through my long dark hair that normally flowed in gentle waves, but as I hadn’t showered in two days, it now hung limp and lifeless. Sighing, I pulled it into a lackluster bun, and decided “good enough” would do, for today at least.
I grabbed a quick cup of coffee and a banana and headed to work. The closer I got to work, the more the unease bubbling in my stomach grew.
By the time I parked the car and stood outside the building that served as my second home, I had to fight the urge not to turn around, go home, and crawl under my sheets again. Would everyone be talking about me? Would I have to fake my way through looks of pity all day? The very thought sounded worse than a root canal at the dentist, but somewhere deep inside a spark of courage flickered, and I grabbed ahold of it. Squaring my shoulders, I gripped the door handle to Schuster and Tuck, my firm’s office, took a deep breath, and pulled it open.
Linda, the receptionist, lifted her hand in a wave and then returned her focus to her phone call. Everyone else seemed engrossed in their tasks as well. Not one eye stared at me. That could mean no one knew or that no one cared enough to make a big deal of it. The knot in my stomach untangled slightly, and my shoulders relaxed a smidgen. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
With my head held high and with deliberate braver-than-I-felt steps, I covered the distance of the lobby. I was feeling good until I turned down the hallway that led to my desk, and then I sighed. I had spoken too soon. Tina stood at her desk, staring at me with sympathetic doe-brown eyes. Ignoring them, I pulled my shoulders even farther back and marched to the desk.
Tina had been my assistant since I started at the firm a few years ago, and while she was professional, I often found her overly sensitive about things.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tina’s voice oozed concern, accentuating her southern drawl. Her voice had often irritated me, and I had worked hard to break my own accent. “We’re all so sorry about what happened.”
Stiffening, I rolled my eyes. Of course I’m not okay. What kind of a question is that? My fiancé left me on our wedding day for Pete’s sake. “Good news sure travels fast,” I said instead, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “At least I have more time for work now, right?”
Tina’s return smile would have appeared condescending coming from anyone else, but I had known her long enough to know that even with all her faults, one thing she prided herself on was honesty. She held out my messages. “Sure; maybe it will even influence the partner position.” Her eyes broke contact with those words, and I knew she didn’t believe them, but she was saying them in hopes of making me feel better.
I flipped through the messages, my foot tapping against the floor – one of my nervous gestures. “I don’t understand it, though. How could I have missed the signs?”
Tina’s lips pinched together, and she looked down at her lap.
“What?” I leaned back, folding my arms across my chest. My lips drew into a tight single line as I waited for her to say the dreaded “I knew” words.
“Well, I never thought it was my place, but Daniel always seemed . . . what’s the word I want? He always seemed too focused.”
“Too focused? How is that a bad thing?” I thought about my recent past. Sure, I had skipped a few family occasions, but ever since my mother and father had split, they weren’t as much fun anyway. My father was always off with his new wife and kids. He had tried, for a time, to see me on weekends when I was young, but once he married his girlfriend, I had gotten lost in his priorities and rarely seen him after that. My mom had been my best friend growing up, at least until she started going back to churc
h. Now, all she ever talked about was what the church was doing and how God was working in her life. I had no time for someone I couldn’t see or hear, so our relationship had grown distant.
Tina’s toe ground into the floor as she mumbled the words, “Well, it seemed like he cared more about his own work than what really matters sometimes.”
His work? Heat flooded my body, and my hands clenched, crumpling the messages. “It seems he cared even more about my best friend than his work.” I paused, mentally forcing myself to calm down and relax my hands. A deep breath completed the outward transformation. “Anyway, it’s done, and now I have more time to focus on my career. Who needs a man anyway?”
Tina nodded, timid as a mouse, and returned to her work.
I stepped into my office and sat down at the familiar, mahogany desk. A mountain of manila folders stared back at me. I drummed my fingers on the desk, hoping the monotony of the familiar would take control, but all I could do was stare at the pile.
Thoughts of Shaina and Daniel flooded my mind, constricting my throat and making it difficult to swallow. What were they doing right now? Was she cuddling with him as I used to? Was he nuzzling her neck finding that sweet spot in between her collar bones and the curve of her throat? The beep of the office phone intercom interrupted my nightmare, and I jumped.
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