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it.”
    â€œIt’s a little more than that, Momma.” Estelle smiled over at her. “Todd said she was just added as a speaker with some women’s conference—what’s the name of it?—something about purpose.”
    â€œWorth & Purpose?” Janelle got up to get some water for herself. “I went a few years ago when they came to D.C. Becca’s speaking with them? That’s awesome.”
    â€œWhat’s Worth & Purpose?” Libby asked.
    â€œIt’s a national Christian women’s conference,” Janelle said. “One of the biggest. I’m sure there are tons of women who’d love the opportunity to speak on that platform. Becca must be pumped.” Janelle sipped some of her water and placed her glass in the sink. “I’m going to talk to Todd before it gets too hectic.”
    Suddenly she was glad she’d come. The entire road trip she’d been focused on her own loss, and only now gave real consideration to Todd’s. Hard to believe both of his parents were gone. His dad was her mom’s age . . .
    And the surprising news that Stephanie was coming . . . A few years younger than she and Libby, Stephanie had always been something of an enigma, hanging in the shadows of her sister. But that was when she was a teenager. It had been years since Janelle had seen her.
    Yes, now that she was here, Hope Springs seemed the only place she should be.

CHAPTER THREE
    B ecca Dillon took a window seat near the front of the plane, tossed her tote bag into the middle, and reached inside for her iPad.
    â€œYou’re awesome, Patti. Can’t believe how quickly you’ve done all this for me.” She held her phone in the crook of her neck as she powered up the iPad, bottle-blond hair falling in front of her face.
    â€œI’m glad I caught you before the plane took off,” Patti said. “I couldn’t wait for you to see.”
    â€œI hope I have time while everyone’s boarding.” Becca opened her e-mail and waited for the messages to download. “So you think the pictures turned out well?”
    â€œFabulous. You’re a natural, girl. Even the test shots to get the lighting right turned out well.”
    â€œHere it is,” Becca said, hunkering down. “Wow, this is a lot. Hope I have time to click through all these attachments.”
    She glanced up, glad the aisle was still crowded with passengers.
    â€œOoh, look at the sky on this first one,” she said. “You picked the perfect location.” She and Patti had spent two hours at the Missouri Botanical Gardens yesterday. “I look kinda goofy on that one, though.”
    â€œOh, you do not. You were about to ask a question as I snapped. Looks cute and inquisitive to me.”
    Becca opened the next. “Ah, the one on the boulder where I’m smiling and looking to the side? I like that.”
    â€œThat’s my favorite,” Patti said. “That wind-in-the-hair shows your personality, looks like you’re having fun.”
    A woman took the aisle seat in her row. Becca lowered her volume. “What about this serious-looking one? I like it, but . . .” She stared at it. “Not sure what it says.”
    â€œSays, ‘I’m a Bible teacher, a serious one.’” Patti said it in a serious voice.
    Becca laughed.
    â€œThis is a full flight to Raleigh-Durham,” the flight attendant announced. “Please take the first available seat so we can push back and get on our way.”
    Becca moved her bag from the middle and put it under the seat in front of her. “How will I narrow this down?” She kept clicking through. “You’ve managed to make me look half decent in more than a few of these.” She smiled. “You really are good.”
    In the blink of an eye, it seemed, Becca’s life had kicked into another gear. In a matter of weeks she’d be taking the stage with Worth & Purpose,