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Kaitlin, a mother, prayed differently. She prayed that Sean would make wise choices and seek Gods will above his own. She also prayed that God would be glorified in Seans life, even if it meant her beloved brother would have to know a season of pain.
seven
Visalia, California
We all experience seasons, Sean. Theyre not the predictable seasons, such as winter and summer, but the unpredictable seasons that come into our lives. Im talking about times of loneliness or grief, or seasons of joy and peacefulness. But no matter what the weather in our hearts, Sean, weve got to keep our eyes on God.
Why Katies words of long ago would come to Sean so strongly at that instant was beyond him. He felt another trickle of sweat run from his temple down into his beard, but still he didnt move. How he had gotten himself into such a mess, he couldnt for the moment remember. But then he heard the low whistlethe signaland there was no more time for thought.
As Sean rushed through the rear doorway of the bank, he nearly stumbled over a body. Stopping dead in his tracks, he felt a sudden jolt as Rico, the man behind, ran into him.
What are you doing? Rico sounded as breathless as Sean felt, and Sean turned to find his features in the darkness.
Nobody said anything about killing.
Hes not dead you idiot, now get over here with those sacks!
These words were ground out by Hartley from his place by the safe, and the two young bank robbers rushed forward to comply. Sean had never heard Hartley sound so tense. Suddenly the enormity of what they were about to do froze Sean in his tracks.
Get behind something, its almost ready to blow.
These words were enough to propel Sean into action. He dove for cover just as the entire world seemed to explode. The next minutes were a blur to Sean as he choked on the smoke and tried to be in all six of the places he was being commanded.
He froze again when he heard shots outside, and felt completely rattled as a vision of being shot raced through his mind. Still stunned, he watched in fascination as his companions ran out the back, their arms full of sacks hastily stuffed with United States currency.
Donovan!
Not even the furious shouting of his name could compel his feet forward; by the time Sean reacted, it was too late. He spun around as men with guns came pouring in the front door. He turned and moved after Hartley and Rico, but he hadnt gone two steps when another man came through the back door with a gun. Sean listened in stunned disbelief as the men yelled that Seans partners had escaped.