All my life, I had been searching for a remedy for pain. Instead, I found the One who takes that pain away forever. Not from the body—from the heart. The body is merely a temporary home. Yet, it took me nearly twenty years to realize this. Twenty years, and a single red book that I dragged along with me from apartment to apartment every time we moved, not opening it even once.

It didn’t all begin in India. It began when our world cracked. Or rather, not just cracked. It collapsed like a wall that had supported the familiar picture of my life.

The year was 2009. Yekaterinburg. The crisis they kept talking about on television suddenly stopped being just a word and crawled into our home. My husband’s business was bursting at the seams, and a man we had considered a friend turned out to be... No, not an enemy. Simply someone who, in the hour of need, chose his own interests over friendship. I saw my husband fight for it, saw him try to keep the company, his employees, and his family together. So, I threw myself into this fight alongside him. Our daughter was six. I still remember the shame—the moment we couldn't pay for her activity club. Looking at her carefree smile then, I felt like a traitor. How do you even begin to explain things like