Kitty Foth-Regner was a freelance copywriter with big-name clients, an enviable portfolio, an unusual knack for translating complex technical topics into simple terms, and a business built entirely on referrals; she didn't need to sell her services. A summa cum laude journalism graduate, she had talent, brains, lots of friends, a great boyfriend, a cool house west of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, all the pets she could handle, and a really good cleaning woman. She had just one published novel - a medical thriller she conceived while interviewing a researcher at George Washington University for a Philadelphia developer of monoclonal antibodies - but plenty of other ideas in the hopper, just waiting for her undivided attention. She was, in short, a feminist in full and happy control of her life. And then her beloved mother developed a fatal illness, reducing all those achievements to dust and sending her off on a frantic quest to see if her mother's Christian faith might by any chance be true.