WHEN HEAVEN STOOD BETWEEN US

the flickering lamp that swayed slightly in the warm evening breeze. Amara had just finished a weary prayer, her

, his voice low, "t

David's hands of witchcraft. She reached instinctively for her Bible. But befor

nd Dad's hands. He's pulling it, trying to strangle your business, Mom. B

sat up straighter. Her eyes flickered as if she

over you, Mom. Words that make people believe you're failing, words that make good p

ty far beyond her years, st

his presence suddenly commanding. "I feel them," he murmured, his voice a deep echo for a boy of nine. "

, barely six, had climbed onto the couch, her tiny hands lifted. Her lips parted in a song so pure,

arried weight, like the air itself was bending to her n

's accounts... the money. Hidden, stolen, covered with spells

will know the truth. They won

efiant. "He cannot touch

ing hands to her lips, tears streaming as she witnessed what she had long

erwhelmed, fell to his knees. "My God," he whi

pered. "But David-he tried to crush it, to silence them. He used his darkne

n in black suits. Police. Files in their hands. They're coming f

ad paid to block your contracts-they're going to conf

r children as they spoke, their words

d on Micah's shoulder. "Then it's happening, Amara

er eyes, wide and innocent, and whispered, "The angels

pressed in at her sides. Micah, his hands still trembling,

cripple you, to destroy these children's destinies-but instead

dren were no longer passive victims of David's schemes. Their li

rts alone, not by evidence alone-but by t

most would be the