Jitterbug PR Presents: Healing the Faith


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Healing the Faith Excerpt


Alexia tensed at my side, clenching her eyes shut as she held her breath waiting for the last name to be called. “Justin McNear.”
“Yes!” I released my grip on her hand and leaped from my seat.
I should have looked at my wife, should have said I loved her again, but instead, I made my way to the stage to celebrate. The Council welcomed us with handshakes and hugs. At this point, the room had been filled with the cheers and the clatter of everyone moving to get closer. There was some clapping from those unable to break through the craziness.
Looking over the sea of parishioners, I searched for my family. Alexia was the only one I couldn’t find at first. When I finally found her, she was in the middle of a group hug with Madison and Ginger.
I elbowed Joey and Johnny then motioned toward their wives, indicating that we should join them in celebrating the news. None of us had expected what we found when we approached them.
They were clutching hands as promises of forever friends tumbled from their lips. The tears they were shedding weren’t tears of joy, but of heartbreak.
Startled, they pulled away from each other when Johnny gasped Ginger’s name.
Shaking her head, Ginger ran away from him and out the door. Johnny watched, speechless at her reaction, then took off running behind her.
Not sure what else to do, I’d reached out to hold my wife. Alexia had other ideas and pulled away, stomping her way back to our table.
“Alexia, wait! Don’t do this!” I implored, trying to catch up with her.
“I’m not, you are.” She sobbed in hysterics.
“Please? Don’t be mad.” My attempts to embrace her again failed.
“I don’t want you to go! Stay here, stay with us.” Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Let’s talk about this at home.” I hissed an exasperated breath, grabbing the baby and his diaper bag.
Being the lousy husband that I was, I stormed off, leaving her to say goodbye to her parents. Her reaction had infuriated me. Why couldn’t she see it my way? By the time she slid into the car, my need for alcohol had reached an all-time high. All I wanted was a beer so I could calm down enough to demand her support in this.



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Michele Richard lives in a suburb of Boston, Mass. She’s the mother of two pre-teen daughters and the wife.
Michele Richard has created the Mocked series. From Mocked by Destiny to the trilogy Mocked by Faith, she writes what comes from the heart. A wife and the mother of two preteen girls, she spends her days spinning tales about what happens when what you believe in mocks your every turn.
When she’s not writing, her days are filled with her family, her bunny Geneva, and friends. Her greatest passions are learning new languages and traveling. She currently resides in the Northeastern part of the United States however; her family members live down the east coast as far as North Carolina.
She’s currently learning French and Spanish, and one day hopes to be fluent in both. Learning new things is always something she enjoys.


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