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it’s just wishful thinking.”
    â€œThere’s nothing wrong with wishing.”
    â€œNo, but wishes usually don’t come true. If they did, I’d wish bigger than getting my vision back.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œI’d wish Magdalena were here with me.” Her voice broke, and Nikolai tugged her closer to his side.
    â€œIt really is going to be okay, Jenna.”
    â€œFor me, but that’s not what I’m worried about.” It was what Nikolai was worried about. He didn’t have time to say it.
    One minute Jenna was walking and talking, the next she was slipping out of his grasp. He just managed to catch her, pulling her up into his arms and shouting for the border patrol officer to call for an ambulance. As he looked down into Jenna’s colorless face, he could only pray that the ambulance would get there in time.

THREE
    G ray and black. Shadows and light. Fuzzy images that didn’t quite make sense. Jenna blinked, trying to bring the hospital room into focus. There was a clock on the wall, but she couldn’t make out the time. That was just as well. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know how many hours had passed since she’d arrived at the hospital, or how much time had passed since she’d last seen Magdalena.
    Too much time. There’s no way she’s still alive.
    The thought flitted through her mind and lodged there, the words repeating over and over again until Jenna wanted to scream.
    Magdalena was not dead.
    She was alive and waiting to be found.
    Jenna refused to believe anything else.
    Refused to, but the thought was still there, echoing through her mind, chasing her out of the bed she’d been brought to just a few minutes before.
    She swayed, the IV needle in her arm pulling a little as she grabbed the bed railing to keep from falling. The throbbing agony in her head intensified as she crossed the room and pulled open a heavy curtain, letting in bright sunlight that seared its way into her skull.
    She winced, pulling the curtains closed again, sweat beading her brow, her body shaking from the pain. It didn’t matter, though. Nothing mattered except finding out whathad happened to Magdalena. She wanted to pull out the IV, walk out the door and search for her friend, but she knew she wouldn’t make it out of the hospital parking lot. She had no car. No other means of transportation. Even if she had, how far would she get with severely limited vision?
    Jenna scowled as she paced back across the room, grabbed her clothes from a pile on a chair and pulled on her jeans. Her T-shirt wouldn’t go on over the IV, so she tossed it back onto the chair. She’d never been one to give up easily, and she wouldn’t give up now. There had to be a way to get back to Mexico.
    But was going back the right thing to do?
    God had brought her safely out of a dangerous situation. Should she throw herself back into it?
    She didn’t know, couldn’t concentrate enough to figure it out.
    I wouldn’t mind a clue, Lord. Some hint as to what You want me to do. She prayed as she paced to the chair in the corner of the room. A small table stood beside it, and Jenna could see something lying on top of it. She reached out, felt soft leather. Her purse. It had to be. She opened it, checking for her passport and wallet. Neither were there. Nikolai must have brought the purse into her room and left it while she was down in radiology.
    Nikolai who had found his way into a drug cartel’s stronghold and freed her. He’d said he’d done so as a favor to her brother, and he’d said he would go back for Magdalena as soon as he got Jenna to safety. Had he? Jenna grabbed a blanket from the bed and tossed it around her shoulders, determined to find out. It seemed to take too much effort to open the door, and she swayed as she stepped out into the hall.
    â€œGoing somewhere?” The deep, gruff voice was so unexpected, Jenna jumped, whirling