I was innocently picking my kids up from school – doing what I do – when I had a terrible thought: what if everything you believe isn’t true?
This stabbing thought took my breath away. It wasn’t just a question about God or faith or church or even love – it was about life. What if all the reasons I did the things I did were based on….something false?

I ignored the question for as long as I could, and then I did what I do with almost everything I don’t understand: I wrote about it. And along came Annabelle, who must question everything she’s ever believed about the cornerstone of her marriage and therefore her life.

I wanted to ask myself (and therefore the reader) this question: how much proof do we need before we just believe what we know to be true?

The facts of this story aren’t about me: I didn’t lose a husband in a single-engine plane crash (and I hope you didn’t either), but this story is about me. And you. It’s about our doubts and why we believe in something or someone even when the doubts are louder than the hope.