Oceans Apart

Oceans Apart

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by Karen Kingsbury
     
 

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He failed his family only once, long ago, but they never knew about it. Now pilot Connor Evans's life and marriage are going great, until Connor finds himself face-to-face with his past in the form of a seven-year-old boy.See more details below

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He failed his family only once, long ago, but they never knew about it. Now pilot Connor Evans's life and marriage are going great, until Connor finds himself face-to-face with his past in the form of a seven-year-old boy.

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ISBN-13:
9780310295129
Publisher:
Zondervan
Publication date:
09/09/2008
Sold by:
Zondervan Publishing
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
40,466
File size:
1 MB
Age Range:
18 Years

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Oceans Apart Copyright © 2004 by Karen Kingsbury

This title is also available as a Zondervan audio product. Requests for information should be addressed to: Zondervan, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kingsbury, Karen. Oceans apart / Karen Kingsbury. P. cm. ISBN 0-310-24749-7 1. Air pilots - Fiction. 2. Air pilots spouse - Fiction. 3. Illegitimate children - Fiction. 4. Fathers and sons - Fiction. 5. Mothers - Death - Ficiton 6. Birthfathers - Fiction I. Title. PS3561.I4873O28 2004 813'.54 - dc22 2003025491

All Scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible: New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society.

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Interior design by Michelle Espinoza Printed in the United States of America

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Fear was an owl that rarely lighted on the branches of Kiahna Siefert's heart.
Especially in the light of day.
But it was nine o'clock on the sunniest morning of spring, and Kiahna couldn't shake the feeling - the strange gnawing in her soul, the way the skin around herneck and chest felt two sizes too small.
"What is it, God . . . what are You trying to tell me?"
No answer echoed back at her, so Kiahna kept busy. The passenger briefing was nearly finished, and the pilots were in their seats. She anchored herself against the service wall and found her smile, the one she used every time she flew.
Flight 45, Honolulu to Tokyo, was a nine-hour flight. With a layover in Tokyo, the roundtrip gave Kiahna eighteen flight hours. Five times a month she made the two-day turnaround, and after a decade with the airline, her pay was better than any she could get anywhere else. Out the door at seven and, with the time change, home before dinner the next day. Kiahna had earned the route after ten years with the airline, and it was perfect for one reason.
It allowed her most days to be home with Max.
"Movie today?" The man was a light traveler, briefcase and a carry-on, a regular in first class. Whatever his worn leather bag held, it took him to Japan at least once a month.
"Yes, sir. Mel Gibson's latest."
"Good." He smiled and kept moving. "Gets me over the ocean quicker."
One by one the passengers filed in, same as always. But still she couldn't shake the feeling.
It took fourteen minutes to seat the cabin, and Kiahna worked the routine. The flight was nearly full, which meant the usual readjusting to make people and bags fit comfortably in the cramped quarters. She greeted passengers, sorted out seat assignments for confused travelers, and poured a drink tray for first class.
A family with four children was seated over the wing, and already their baby was crying. Kiahna found a package of crackers and coloring books for the couple's older children. With every motion she tried to sort out her feelings.
"Kiahna?"
She jumped and turned to face her partner. Stephanie was working the back part of the cabin. "We're waiting."
The announcement. She'd completely forgotten. A quick breath. "They're all in?"
"For two minutes now."
Kiahna snapped the drink tray into place on the small service counter and edged past the other woman. The announcement was hers that morning; she should have remembered. She took hold of the microphone and began the routine.
"Welcome aboard Flight 45. We're expecting a full cabin this morning, so if you have two carry-ons with you today, please store one of them in the space beneath the seat in front of you." She paused, her mouth still open.
What came next? There was more to say, something about oxygen and masks, but the words scrambled in her mind and refused to come. She stood unmoving, her heart slamming against her chest.
"Here" - Steph took hold of the microphone - "I've got it." Kiahna's arms shook as she backed away, up against the closed front cabin door. What was wrong with her? She'd given that announcement a thousand times; she could be in a coma and say it.
Steph finished, and the copilot came on. "Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff."
They pushed their jump seats down and buckled in. Usually this was Kiahna's favorite part. A few minutes of power and thrust while the airplane barreled down the runway and lifted into the air, minutes where she wasn't needed by anyone for anything, when she could think about the day and all that lay ahead.
This time, though, was different.
All Kiahna could think about was the part of her day that lay behind, the part with Max.
At seven years old, Max was both brilliant and beautiful, a wonder boy streaking through her life like a comet at breakneck speeds. He wore red tennis shoes, and his best friend was his yellow Labrador retriever, Buddy. At school, Max had a reputation for being the fastest - and sometimes the silliest - boy on the playground. And his mouth ran faster than his legs. Kiahna liked to hold court with Max on dozens of adult topics. The death penalty - Max was against it; more money for public schools - he was for it. Max was fiercely patriotic, and at school he sometimes organized red, white, and blue days in honor of the U.S. troops in the Middle East.
But this morning he'd been quiet.
"When do you finish working?" They lived in a two-bedroom apartment, and he slipped into her room while she was still pressing her standard-issue airline navy blazer.
Kiahna studied him. "Dinnertime tomorrow, same as always."
"No, not that way." He hopped up on her bed and sat crosslegged. "When will you stay home in the daytime? Like Devon's mom or Kody's mom?"
"Max." She turned from the ironing board and leveled her gaze at him. "You know I can't do that."
"Why?" He anchored his elbows on his knees.

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