Renee saw him falling right in front of her...hard to the ground from several loud blasts of a gun. Who had shot him? Why wasn't he moving? Why should she care, it was all just in a days work for her, and this was a nobody, right? The bling'd out brotha was probably just another thug, criminal drug dealer. Only Renee knew the truth, that this was her son. Nothing in her bible could have ever prepared her for this gruesome scene, and as a news writer for a local Baltimore television station, she'd seen her share of death and destruction. But why him, why now? Why when she'd just put her complete and total trust in her God who was a healer, a way maker, a protector? She used to be somebody's perfect wife, and perfect mother, with perfect children that led what she perceived as a perfect life. To make matters worse, this horrific event is just a small leak in the dam that is about to break around her. Her world is literally crumbling apart. How can she be expected to hold fast to her faith when her present was in turmoil and her past was determined to destroy her future?