Any Minute By Joyce Meyer With Deborah Bedford

Her life shattered in an instant…

But what if she had a chance to gain it all back?

The Lincoln's nose struck cold water at full velocity. Metal sheered off. She tasted blood. Adrenaline shot thrpugh her, numbered her with needlelike precision. I'm in troub le. Her heart pounded faster than it had ever pounded before. When she tried to scream for help, nothing came. Fear clamped her throat, leaving her no voice. The constricted sound that escaped was something between a gasp and a reedy cry….

Sarah's personal data assistant wafted in front of her hand. No more memos or alarms or schedules. Its screen had gone dead.

She couldn't reach the glove compartment no matter how hard she stretched or how long she tried.

She tried to kick herself free. Somewhere in the past moment, the XM channel had dissipated into silence.

One last time she tried to unfasten the seat belt on her own, holding her breath, bubbles escaping her mouth. The bubbles moved away from her face at an odd angle; she was losing her bearings fast.

Im in trouble. Her last thought. Im in trouble.

The icy river closed overhead, leaving no trace of where she'd been.