A Miracle Through Time

Miracle Johnson stood on the dock, bidding her deceased father one last farewell. The remains of the River Maiden loomed mockingly in front of her. She held his prized silver dollar tight in her fist and wished she knew exactly what had happened to him. "Come back, my Miracle." She heard the mysterious voice from her dreams calling to her, echoing all around as she felt herself being pulled into the murky depths of the Mississippi. Her world went black and her next lucid moments found her first, in a stranger's arms and later, in his bed. The devastatingly handsome man sounded eerily like the dream voice from before, and looked suspiciously like Matthew McCade. The one person she wouldn't ever want to come face to face with. The man she blamed for her father's death.