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Oceans apart
Kingsbury, Karen.
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Grand Rapids, Mich : Zondervan, [2004]

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11 audio discs (13 hrs.) : digital ; 4 3/4 in.
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Compact discs.

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A riveting story of secret sin and the healing power of forgiveness Airline pilot Connor Evans and his wife, Michele, seem to be the perfect couple living what looks like a perfect life. Then a plane goes down in the Pacific Ocean. One of the casualties is Kiahna Siefert, a flight attendant Connor knew well. Too well. Kiahna's will is very clear: before her seven-year-old son, Max, can be turned over to the state, he must spend the summer with the father he's never met, the father who doesn't know he exists: Connor Evans. Connor's family ? Or is it possible that healing and hope might come in the shape of a seven-year-old boy?


He failed his family only once, long ago, but they never knew. Now, pilot Connor Evans' life and marriage are going well, until Connor comes face-to-face with his past in the form of a seven-year-old boy.

Author Notes

Karen Kingsbury was born in Fairfax, Virginia on June 8, 1963. She received a B.A. in journalism from California State University, Northridge in 1986. After graduation, she became a full-time reporter for the Los Angeles Times. Her first book, Missy's Murder, was published in 1992. She wrote three more true crime novels and four collections of answered prayers and miracle stories before transitioning to inspirational fiction in 1998. Her first inspirational fiction novel was Where Yesterday Lives. Popular series she has penned include the Redemption, Firstborn, Sunrise, and Angels Walking series, and she has also written the nonfiction Miracle Books collection, gift books, and children's books.

She has won several Retailer's Choice Awards, plus 2005 and 2007 Gold Medallions for Oceans Apart and Ever After, respectively. Her other books include Longing, Coming Home - The Baxter Family: A Story of Undying Hope, Fiteen Minutes, The Family of Jesus, The Friends of Jesus, In This Moment, and To The Moon and Back.

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Oceans Apart Copyright © 2004 by Karen Kingsbury This title is also available as a Zondervan audio product. Visit for more information. Requests for information should be addressed to: Zondervan, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kingsbury, Karen. Oceans apart / Karen Kingsbury. P. cm. ISBN 0-310-24749-7 1. Air pilots--Fiction. 2. Air pilots spouse--Fiction. 3. Illegitimate children--Fiction. 4. Fathers and sons--Fiction. 5. Mothers--Death--Ficiton 6. Birthfathers--Fiction I. Title. PS3561.I4873O28 2004 813'.54--dc22 2003025491 All Scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible: New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means--electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other--except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher. Published in association with the literary agency of Alive Communications, Inc., 7680 Goddard St., Suite 200, Colorado Springs, CO 80920 Interior design by Michelle Espinoza Printed in the United States of America 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 /. DC/ 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Fear was an owl that rarely lighted on the branches of Kiahna Siefert's heart. Especially in the light of day. But it was nine o'clock on the sunniest morning of spring, and Kiahna couldn't shake the feeling--the strange gnawing in her soul, the way the skin around her neck and chest felt two sizes too small. "What is it, God . . . what are You trying to tell me?" No answer echoed back at her, so Kiahna kept busy. The passenger briefing was nearly finished, and the pilots were in their seats. She anchored herself against the service wall and found her smile, the one she used every time she flew. Flight 45, Honolulu to Tokyo, was a nine-hour flight. With a layover in Tokyo, the roundtrip gave Kiahna eighteen flight hours. Five times a month she made the two-day turnaround, and after a decade with the airline, her pay was better than any she could get anywhere else. Out the door at seven and, with the time change, home before dinner the next day. Kiahna had earned the route after ten years with the airline, and it was perfect for one reason. It allowed her most days to be home with Max. "Movie today?" The man was a light traveler, briefcase and a carry-on, a regular in first class. Whatever his worn leather bag held, it took him to Japan at least once a month. "Yes, sir. Mel Gibson's latest." "Good." He smiled and kept moving. "Gets me over the ocean quicker." One by one the passengers filed in, same as always. But still she couldn't shake the feeling. It took fourteen minutes to seat the cabin, and Kiahna worked the routine. The flight was nearly full, which meant the usual readjusting to make people and bags fit comfortably in the cramped quarters. She greeted passengers, sorted out seat assignments for confused travelers, and poured a drink tray for first class. A family with four children was seated over the wing, and already their baby was crying. Kiahna found a package of crackers and coloring books for the couple's older children. With every motion she tried to sort out her feelings. "Kiahna?" She jumped and turned to face her partner. Stephanie was working the back part of the cabin. "We're waiting." The announcement. She'd completely forgotten. A quick breath. "They're all in?" "For two minutes now." Kiahna snapped the drink tray into place on the small service counter and edged past the other woman. The announcement was hers that morning; she should have remembered. She took hold of the microphone and began the routine. "Welcome aboard Flight 45. We're expecting a full cabin this morning, so if you have two carry-ons with you today, please store one of them in the space beneath the seat in front of you." She paused, her mouth still open. What came next? There was more to say, something about oxygen and masks, but the words scrambled in her mind and refused to come. She stood unmoving, her heart slamming against her chest. "Here"--Steph took hold of the microphone--"I've got it." Kiahna's arms shook as she backed away, up against the closed front cabin door. What was wrong with her? She'd given that announcement a thousand times; she could be in a coma and say it. Steph finished, and the copilot came on. "Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff." They pushed their jump seats down and buckled in. Usually this was Kiahna's favorite part. A few minutes of power and thrust while the airplane barreled down the runway and lifted into the air, minutes where she wasn't needed by anyone for anything, when she could think about the day and all that lay ahead. This time, though, was different. All Kiahna could think about was the part of her day that lay behind, the part with Max. At seven years old, Max was both brilliant and beautiful, a wonder boy streaking through her life like a comet at breakneck speeds. He wore red tennis shoes, and his best friend was his yellow Labrador retriever, Buddy. At school, Max had a reputation for being the fastest--and sometimes the silliest--boy on the playground. And his mouth ran faster than his legs. Kiahna liked to hold court with Max on dozens of adult topics. The death penalty--Max was against it; more money for public schools--he was for it. Max was fiercely patriotic, and at school he sometimes organized red, white, and blue days in honor of the U.S. troops in the Middle East. But this morning he'd been quiet. "When do you finish working?" They lived in a two-bedroom apartment, and he slipped into her room while she was still pressing her standard-issue airline navy blazer. Kiahna studied him. "Dinnertime tomorrow, same as always." "No, not that way." He hopped up on her bed and sat crosslegged. "When will you stay home in the daytime? Like Devon's mom or Kody's mom?" "Max." She turned from the ironing board and leveled her gaze at him. "You know I can't do that." "Why?" He anchored his elbows on his knees. Excerpted from Oceans Apart by Karen Kingsbury All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.