The Story of Katrina
The Storm Begins In her youth, Katrina was a sprightly thing, full of fire and movement. But fate, that fickle creature, had its own twisted humor. A car crash at the tender age of nine became the first of many fractures—not just of bones, but of mind and spirit. It was a gray afternoon. The rain came down in waves, turning the streets slick and wild. Katrina’s mother had finally come to take her for a rare weekend visit. Excitement hummed through her tiny frame. But a speeding truck ran a red light, and in a flash of metal … Continue readingThe Story of Katrina