“Perhaps I should have read something into the fact that when I first laid eyes on Sam some girl was yelling at him, and when I first met Kevin he nearly killed me...”

Jo’s summer is off to an interesting start. Now all the teenager needs is a job, future plans and a few goals for her life. No big deal right?

She’d also like to know why no one talks about the horrible accident she witnessed last summer at Cornerstone church. But as much as she wants to know the truth, someone else wants to keep it a secret. Can she handle creepy stalker guys, death threats and her crazy love life without losing control?

For Jo, unravelling the mystery and piecing her life back together will mean discovering if God really listens—and if he cares enough to answer.

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February 16, 2009

  

A writer is supposed to be in control of the story – and yet Nate’s secret kind of snuck up on me and smacked me between the eyes.      

I still remember the exact moment it hit me. I’d already finished the book and sent it out to a few publishers, but still I knew there was something missing.

 

 Of course I knew why the ‘creepy stalker guys’ tried to kill Nate – but there had to be more to it than that.

 

 The readers knew it. The publishers knew it. I knew it. There was still one missing ingredient. That one component to what really happened that drove someone to decide they needed to guard it with their lives.

 

 So I was walking down the main street of a town in the south of England when all of a sudden I knew.

 

 I knew why Nate never told people. I knew why creepy stalker guys tried to kill Jo. It was so incredibly obvious that I laughed out loud and punched the air.

 

 (Incidentally – if you ever find yourself walking down a street in England and suddenly have a brain wave, whatever you do, *don’t* start laughing out loud and punching the air. People will get really worried looks on their faces and hurry away from you like you’re a crazy person. Really. You can try it if you don’t believe me.)

 

 Of course then I wondered if I could actually get away with it. I’ll let you be the judge of that.