Happy Friday, guys! Here are a few paragraphs from Chapter 3 of Unplanned, since this is the third Friday of the third month.
Please Note: There will be no Christian Fiction Friday next week. Blessed Easter, everyone!
“I think you should call 911. Tell them what happened.”
Kennedy hadn’t expected that. The police? But then again, the idea made sense. Maybe they could trace the number. Maybe they could actually find the girl. Get her some real help.
Apparently, the matter was already certain in Carl’s mind. “Tell them what you told me. And when you’re done, call me back, just to let me know what they say.”
Part of Kennedy wanted to ask Carl to do it. He was the director. But he hadn’t talked with Rose. He couldn’t give them the same details she could, details that might help the police stage a rescue. “All right,” she agreed. “I’ll call you back in a few.”
“I’ll be praying.”
Kennedy’s corneas were still dry and scratchy, as if somebody had blown cold air at her until each tear duct shriveled up like a parched, sandy desert. She disconnected her call with Carl and paused for a minute to calm down. Thoughts, prayers, blurred images clashed against one another discordantly in her mind. What had she gotten herself into? She was a high-achiever, but she knew when to admit she was in over her head. Nothing had equipped her for the past twenty minutes. That tiny, frightened voice kept replaying in her head until she couldn’t think of anything else.
Kennedy was still staring at the hotline phone, as if Rose’s last name and address might materialize on the screen if she got lucky enough. Then with a sigh, she dialed 911.
Random Fact: The premise of Unplanned is based off of a phone call I received while volunteering at a pregnancy center.
Don't Forget! No Christian Fiction Friday over Easter weekend. And for those of you who blog, I am putting together a blog tour and giving our review copies of Unplanned. Click here for details. I'd love to have you join!