Jessica Kauffman says goodbye to her husband Tyler—again. He’s been deployed to Afghanistan , this time to fight in the war. Their attempts to have a baby unsuccessful, Jessica remains home alone…but that isn’t strictly true. Through a unique bond, she connects with Tyler in their dreams, seeing, touching, and being with him.
After finding out some precious news, Jessica’s world is soon turned upside down, plunging her into a nightmare. Tyler ’s plane has gone down, and the search is on to find him—dead or alive.
Frightened for her future, she keeps the faith that Tyler will come back, believing their love is the key to his return. But will the Search and Rescue team find Tyler and bring him back home, or will Jessica have to face the rest of her life raising his child alone?
"What can I do for you gentlemen this early in the morning?" Jess stared them down, mentally daring them to say what she knew they'd come to say. Inside, a piece of her died.
"I'm Lt. Col Garrison, and this is Reverend Michaels. I'm sorry, Mrs. Kauffman. I'm afraid we're here with bad news." The taller of the two men furrowed his brows and gestured toward the living room. "Would you like to have a seat on the couch?"
Jess stood still, refusing to budge from her spot. No, she didn't want to get comfy on the damn couch. She knew what they were going to say, and she wanted them to get it over with. "I'll stay where I am, thank you."
"Mrs. Kauffman, I'm afraid there's been an incident. Your husband's plane was shot down during a mission twelve hours ago."
The man studied her as if he thought she was going to fall in a heap at his feet. Well, she wasn't. She tilted her chin up.
"As of yet, we haven't found the wreckage and have no knowledge whether he was able to bail out of the aircraft before it crashed."
"Then you better get your people searching for him." Her stomach churned, and bile rose to her throat, but her voice remained strong, never faltering. "My husband landed that plane. He got out, and now he and his men are in enemy territory waiting for your help. Find them before it's too late."
"Ma'am…um…all indications show he was unable to exit. We don't believe he made it out of the plane."
This time Jess did move. She took a step forward and looked the officer directly in the eyes. "Sir, my husband is not dead. And if the Air Force is not taking every measure to find him, you can be sure I will shout it from the rooftops. Take it to every newspaper, radio, and television station in the damn country. You find my husband, and you find him now."
"Ma'am, please be assured the Air Force is doing everything—"
"Good, then go do it." She spun around, stormed back up the stairs, and slammed the door of the computer room. The men in her living room were idiots. They had no idea what they were talking about. Tyler wasn't dead. His presence still lingered with her. But she also knew he didn't have long.