The cocktail waitress was not who she seemed, a 21-year-old with her life laid out in front of her, limitless.
The barfly was not who he seemed, a stocky and cocky former running back who loved the party life and was not ready for any real responsibility.
Behind the good looks and winning personality, Amy Johnston was a young woman who had never felt so alone. She had given up her dreams, leaving college in Washington, D.C., to return home to Orange County. Amy had been raised a devout Catholic, and now was her time to look to the sky and believe that a blessing could come when you least expected it.