Cathy stared out the window of the motel’s lobby at the endless blackness that sometimes appeared before they traveled to a new spot. When the light shone again, there would be another chance to help someone. “What are you looking at, gorgeous? There’s nothing to see out there.” Adam walked to where she was, resting her elbows on the front desk. He put his arms around her waist. “I was just looking, I guess.” She turned to face him, still in his embrace. “What if we never get out of here, Adam? What if we were too bad? Maybe God hates us.” A pain bloomed behind her eyes, worry that had never been a part of her life before that night. Adam searched her face, concerned. She could see her own worry reflected in him. “I don’t know, Cathy. All I know for sure is that we’ve done a lot of good now, and we will get another opportunity to do good in just a few moments. Maybe we need to focus on today and let the future unfold as it will.” Cathy sighed and ran a hand through her hair before turning back to the blackened window. “Isn’t that what got us into trouble in the first place?”