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    An Amish Hope: Three Novellas
    An Amish Hope: Three Novellas
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    An Amish Hope: Three Novellas

    By Beth Wiseman, Kathleen Fuller and Ruth Reid

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    Three heart-touching novellas by beloved bestselling and award-winning authors . . .

    This uplifting anthology includes:

    A Choice to Forgive by Carol Award winner Beth Wiseman (previously published in An Amish Christmas)

    After Daniel disappeared that long-ago Christmas Eve, Lydia built a life with his brother. But now she’s a widow—and Daniel has reappeared, asking for forgiveness. Can she go back to her normal life with her long-lost love as her neighbor?

    Always His Providence by bestselling author Ruth Reid (previously published in An Amish Miracle)

    Widow Rosa Hostetler has one month to pay her delinquent taxes before the county auctions her farm. She’s prepared to sell whatever is necessary to pay the lien, but she isn’t willing to request money from the community’s widow fund. But when her income from selling eggs is threatened, will it take a miracle to accept a neighbor’s kindness?

    A Gift for Anne Marie by USA Today–bestselling author Kathleen Fuller (previously published in An Amish Second Christmas)

    Anne Marie and Nathaniel have been best friends since they were kids. Now things are evolving—in ways everyone else predicted long ago. But when her mother suddenly decides to remarry in another state, Anne Marie’s new chapter with Nathaniel looks doomed to end before it begins . . .
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    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateJun 5, 2018
    ISBN9780785219750
    An Amish Hope: Three Novellas
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    Beth Wiseman

    Bestselling and award-winning author Beth Wiseman has sold over two million books. She is the recipient of the coveted Holt Medallion, is a two-time Carol Award winner, and has won the Inspirational Reader's Choice Award three times. Her books have been on various bestseller lists, including CBA, ECPA, Christianbook, and Publishers Weekly. Beth and her husband are empty nesters enjoying country life in south-central Texas. Visit her online at BethWiseman.com; Facebook: @AuthorBethWiseman; Twitter: @BethWiseman; Instagram: @bethwisemanauthor

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      An Amish Hope - Beth Wiseman

      OTHER NOVELS BY THE AUTHORS

      BETH WISEMAN

      THE AMISH SECRETS NOVELS

      Her Brother’s Keeper

      Love Bears All Things

      Home All Along

      THE DAUGHTERS OF THE PROMISE NOVELS

      Plain Perfect

      Plain Pursuit

      Plain Promise

      Plain Paradise

      Plain Proposal

      Plain Peace

      THE LAND OF CANAAN NOVELS

      Seek Me with All Your Heart

      The Wonder of Your Love

      His Love Endures Forever

      OTHER NOVELS

      Need You Now

      The House that Love Built

      The Promise

      An Amish Year

      Amish Celebrations (Available July 2018)

      STORIES

      A Choice to Forgive included in An Amish Christmas

      A Change of Heart included in An Amish Gathering

      Healing Hearts included in An Amish Love

      A Perfect Plan included in An Amish Wedding

      A Recipe for Hope included in An Amish Kitchen

      Always Beautiful included in An Amish Miracle

      Rooted in Love included in An Amish Garden

      When Christmas Comes included in An Amish Second Christmas

      In His Father’s Arms included in An Amish Cradle

      A Love for Irma Rose included in An Amish Year

      Patchwork Perfect included in An Amish Year

      A Cup Half Full included in An Amish Home

      Winter Kisses included in An Amish Christmas Love

      The Cedar Chest included in An Amish Heirloom

      RUTH REID

      THE MERCIES NOVELS

      Abiding Mercy

      Arms of Mercy

      THE AMISH WONDERS NOVELS

      A Miracle of Hope

      A Woodland Miracle

      A Dream of Miracles

      THE HEAVEN ON EARTH NOVELS

      The Promise of an Angel

      Brush of Angel’s Wings

      An Angel by Her Side

      STORIES

      Always His Providence included in An Amish Miracle

      Her Christmas Pen Pal included in An Amish Second Christmas

      An Unexpected Joy included in An Amish Christmas Gift

      A Flicker of Hope included in An Amish Market

      Home for Christmas included in An Amish Christmas Love

      KATHLEEN FULLER

      THE AMISH LETTERS NOVELS

      Written in Love

      The Promise of a Letter

      Words from the Heart

      THE AMISH OF BIRCH CREEK NOVELS

      A Reluctant Bride

      An Unbroken Heart

      A Love Made New

      THE MIDDLEFIELD AMISH NOVELS

      A Faith of Her Own

      THE MIDDLEFIELD FAMILY NOVELS

      Treasuring Emma

      Faithful to Laura

      Letters to Katie

      THE HEARTS OF MIDDLEFIELD NOVELS

      A Man of His Word

      An Honest Love

      A Hand to Hold

      OTHER NOVELS

      An Amish Family

      STORIES

      A Miracle for Miriam included in An Amish Christmas

      A Place of His Own included in An Amish Gathering

      What the Heart Sees included in An Amish Love

      A Perfect Match included in An Amish Wedding

      Flowers for Rachael included in An Amish Garden

      A Gift for Anne Marie included in An Amish Second Christmas

      A Heart Full of Love included in An Amish Cradle

      A Bid for Love included in An Amish Market

      A Quiet Love included in An Amish Harvest

      Building Faith included in An Amish Home

      Lakeside Love included in An Amish Summer

      The Treasured Book included in An Amish Heirloom

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      ZONDERVAN

      An Amish Hope

      Copyright © 2018 by Elizabeth Wiseman Mackey, Ruth Reid, Kathleen Fuller

      Requests for information should be addressed to:

      Zondervan, 3900 Sparks Dr. SE, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49546

      Epub Edition May 2018 9780785219750

      Mass Market ISBN: 978-0-7852-1758-9

      Wiseman, Beth, 1962–

      An Amish Hope / Beth Wiseman, Ruth Reid, Kathleen Fuller.

      pages cm

      2013025298

      Scripture quotations are taken from THE NEW KING JAMES VERSION © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved. And from the Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011, by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com

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      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.

      Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

      Printed in the United States of America

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      CONTENTS

      Other Novels by the Authors

      Glossary

      A Choice to Forgive by Beth Wiseman

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Always His Providence by Ruth Reid

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      A Gift for Ann Marie by Kathleen Fuller

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Acknowledgments

      Discussion Questions

      About the Authors

      GLOSSARY

      ab im kopp: off in the head, crazy

      ach: oh

      aenti: aunt

      appeditlich: delicious

      Ausbund: Amish hymnal

      ausleger: undertaker

      baremlich: terrible

      bauch: stomach

      bauchduch: napkin

      boppli, bopplin: baby, babies

      bruder: brother

      buwe: boys

      daadi, grossdaadi: grandfather

      daag: day

      daed: dad

      danki: thanks

      Das Loblied: Amish hymn of praise, sung in every Amish worship service

      Demut: humility

      Derr Herr: God

      dippy eggs: eggs cooked over easy

      Derr Herr: God

      Dochder: daughter

      du bischt wilkumm: you’re welcome

      dumm: dumb

      dummkopf: dummy

      dummkopp: dunce

      dummkEnglisch or Englischer: a non-Amish person

      familye: family

      fraa or frau: wife

      Frehlicher Grischtdaag: Merry Christmas

      freind: friend

      freinden: friends

      fremm: strange

      froh: happy

      gebet: prayer

      gegisch: silly

      geh: go

      gern gschehne: you’re welcome

      gern schöna: so willingly done

      glay hotsli: little heart (endearment)

      grank: sick

      grossmammi/grossmutter: grandmother

      grossvader/grossyatter: grandfather

      guder mariye: good morning

      gut: good

      guten nacht: good night

      gut-n-owed: good evening

      gutguckich: good-looking

      gut: good

      hallo: hello

      halt: stop

      haus: house

      hatt: hard

      herr: mister

      hiya: hello

      hochmut: pride

      Ich liebe dich: I love you

      in lieb: in love

      kaffi/kaffee: coffee

      kalt: cold

      kapp: prayer covering or cap

      kichlin: cookies

      kind, kinder, kinner: children or grandchildren

      kinn: child

      kumm: come

      lieb: love

      liebschen: dearest

      maedel or maed: girl or girls

      mamm: mom

      mammi: grandmother

      mann: man

      mei: my

      mudder: mother

      naerfich: nervous

      narrisch: crazy

      nau: now

      nee: no

      net: not

      nix: nothing

      onkel: uncle

      Ordnung: the written and unwritten rules of the Amish; the understood behavior by which the Amish are expected to live, passed down from generation to generation. Most Amish know the rules by heart.

      Pennsylvania Deitsch: Pennsylvania German, the language most commonly used by the Amish

      perfekt: perfect

      recht: right

      redd-up: clean up

      rumschpringe: running-around period when a teenager turns sixteen years old

      schee: pretty

      schtupp: family room

      schul: school

      schweschder: sister

      schwester/schwestern: sister/sisters

      sehr: very

      sehr gut: very good

      Sei se gut: please

      Seltsam: weird

      Sohn: son

      The Budget: a weekly newspaper serving Amish and Mennonite communities everywhere

      Was iss letz?: What’s wrong?

      wedder: weather

      welcum: welcome

      Wie bischt?: How are you?

      Wie geht’s: How do you do? or Good day!

      willkumm: welcome

      wunderbaar: wonderful

      ya: yes

      yer: your

      yummasetti: a classic Amish hot dish made with spaghetti, cheese, and hamburger

      A CHOICE TO FORGIVE

      BETH WISEMAN

      CHAPTER 1

      Lydia opened the front door, expecting her friend Sarah or one of the children’s friends. Instead, a ghost stood in her doorway, a vision from her past—Englisch in appearance, Amish in her recollection of him. A man long buried in her heart and in her mind, he couldn’t possibly be real. But his chest heaved in and out, and his breath clouded the air in front of him, proof that he was no apparition. He was real. He was Daniel Smucker.

      Up till this moment, Lydia was having a routine day, busying herself with baking and household chores. On this Thursday afternoon she was enjoying some solitude while her children visited her sister Miriam for a couple of hours. Chilly November winds whipped around the farmhouse, hinting of a hard winter to come, but a cozy fire warmed the inside of the hundred-year-old structure. Aromas of freshly baked pies and cookies wafted through the house—shoofly pie and oatmeal raisin cookies—just like her mother used to bake when Lydia was a child.

      Lydia smoothed the wrinkles in her black apron, tucked strands of dark-brown hair beneath her white prayer covering, and headed to the front door, thankful to God for all that she’d been blessed with. Three beautiful children, a lovely home, and a church community that encouraged her to be the best Amish woman she could be, especially since the death of her husband two years ago.

      Elam’s fatal heart attack shocked everyone, especially since there was no family history of heart problems. After he died, Lydia had struggled to get out of bed each morning, but with the help of the Old Order district, she and the children were doing much better.

      Today she was trying to keep her thoughts in a happy place, one filled with hope for the future, the promise of good times with friends and family during the upcoming holiday season, and a blessed Christmas to celebrate the birth of their Savior.

      Then she opened the door, and this man’s presence threatened to steal all that she’d been working toward.

      Hello, Lydia.

      He stood tall before her in black breeches and a black coat buttoned to his neck. His half smile was enough to produce the boyish dimples she remembered from their youth. His sandy-brown hair, now tinged with gray at the temples, reminded her how much time had passed since she had seen him—eighteen years.

      His voice was deeper than she remembered. But his slate blue eyes were unmistakably the eyes of her first true love, tender and kind, gentle and protective, reflective of a man she’d known as a nineteen-year-old girl. And now he stood shivering on her doorstep, clearly waiting for an invitation to come in out of the cold.

      But Lydia couldn’t speak. She couldn’t move. And she didn’t want to ask this man into her home—this man who had once promised to marry her, then disappeared from her community and her life in the middle of the night. And on Christmas Eve, no less.

      But that was a long time ago, and she’d gone on to marry his brother. Thank goodness Elam had been there to comfort her after Daniel’s desertion. Elam, the man she was meant to be with, whom she’d married and shared fifteen wonderful years with.

      Do you think I could come in for a minute? Daniel finally asked, teeth chattering. My ears are frozen. His smile broadened.

      Lydia swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She was trembling, but not from the frigid air blowing in from behind him. Had he come to ask for forgiveness after all these years? Curiosity compelled her to motion him through the threshold.

      As he brushed past her, he began to unbutton his coat and then hung it from a peg on the coatrack near the door—the coatrack Elam built. She scowled as she reached for the garment to move it, but stopped herself when she realized there was nowhere else to hang it up. Her arm fell slowly back to her side, and she watched Daniel walk toward the fireplace as he scanned the room—a room filled with memories of the life she’d lived with Elam.

      Daniel warmed his palms above the flames for a moment and then focused on her husband’s collection of books on the mantel. He gingerly ran his finger along each one, studying the titles. Lydia cringed. Those are Elam’s things.

      You’ve made a fine home, Lydia. He pulled his attention from the books and turned to face her.

      His striped Englisch shirt reminded her that his Amish roots were long gone.

      You are more beautiful than I remember.

      Lydia couldn’t recall the last time she’d thought about Daniel, but suddenly old wounds were gaping open. What are you doing here, Daniel?

      He walked toward her as if he might extend his arms for a hug. She backed away and walked to the other side of the room.

      He raked his hand through his shaggy hair, hair not fit for an Amish man. He wasn’t Amish, she reminded herself, and hadn’t been for many years. What length he chose to wear his hair was of no concern to her.

      I just thought you should know that I have talked to my family, and also to Bishop Ebersol. I’ll be baptized back into the community two Sundays from now.

      Lydia’s heart was thudding against her chest. Had she heard him correctly?

      I’m back for good, he went on. I’ll be making my home at the old Kauffman farm up the road, eventually. Right now, I’m staying with my parents. He smiled again.

      "Ach, I see. She nodded, then turned away from him and took a few steps. She folded her arms across her chest and tried to steady the quiver that ran from her toes to the tip of her head. What made you decide to come back?"

      She heard his footsteps close the space between them, and as he hovered behind her, she recognized his scent. Oddly, it was as though he still used the same body soap, toothpaste, and whatever else made him smell the way he did. She breathed him in, closed her eyes, and imagined his arms wrapped snuggly around her waist, his lips nuzzling her neck, the way he’d done so many times back behind the barn following the Sunday singings.

      Lydia silently chastised herself for having such thoughts. She blinked away any signs of distress and turned to face him.

      Daniel shrugged. It’s time. My family is here. My roots. I want to live out the rest of my life here.

      He sounded like an old man on a course with death, not a man of a mere thirty-eight years.

      "But you can’t just go be Englisch for eighteen years, come back, and expect to just—to just be welcomed back into the community. You’ve been shunned, for goodness’ sake. She shook her head. I don’t understand."

      "You know as well as I do that if I seek forgiveness from the bishop—which I have—and commit myself to the Ordnung, then I can be rebaptized into the community. And that is what I choose to do."

      This can’t be happening, Lydia thought, as she soaked in what he was telling her.

      I’m hoping you’ll forgive me too, he said softly, with pleading eyes.

      Lydia knew that forgiveness freed the soul of an unwelcome burden, and she’d forgiven Daniel many years ago. So what were these resentful feelings spewing to the surface now?

      If God can forgive me, if the bishop can forgive me . . . maybe you can too.

      I forgave you a long time ago, Daniel. Even though you left me one night without a word.

      Daniel breathed a sigh of relief. I’m so glad to hear that. I know that leaving a note wasn’t the best way to handle things.

      It was a terrible way to handle things. Lydia recalled Daniel’s hand-scribbled missive. He’d left a similar letter for his parents, telling them all that he could no longer adhere to the strict guidelines of the Old Order district and that he would be heading out into the Englisch world.

      She quickly reminded herself what a wonderful life she’d had with Elam for fifteen years, a life she wouldn’t have known if she had married Daniel. Nor would she have Anna Marie, now sixteen; Jacob, who’d just turned twelve; or nine-year-old John. I suppose everything turned out as it should.

      Daniel’s brows drew together in an agonized expression, but he didn’t say anything.

      Lydia studied him for a moment, wondering exactly how much his being here would affect her and her family. Quite a bit, she decided. And she knew that to harbor any bad will toward Daniel was not only wrong in the eyes of God, but it would also hurt her more than anyone else. She would need to pray hard to keep any bitterness away.

      I just thought you would want to hear the news from me, Daniel finally said.

      Lydia nodded, then walked toward the door, hoping he would follow.

      Daniel reached for his coat on the rack. He looked like he had more to say, but Lydia didn’t want to hear any more. His presence was enough of an upset for now. As she reached toward the doorknob, the door bolted open, almost hitting her in the head. She jumped back and bumped right into Daniel, whose hands landed on her hips. She slid sideways and out of his grasp instantly.

      "Aenti Miriam sent this lemon pie," Anna Marie said. She handed Lydia a pie as Jacob and John bounced in behind her.

      John closed the door behind him, and all three of her children stood barely inside the doorway, waiting for an introduction. And Lydia realized that Daniel’s return was going to complicate her life in more ways than one. Her children had a right to know their uncle, but did Daniel really deserve to know her children? He hadn’t even shown up for Elam’s funeral. His only brother. But her children were waiting, and so was Daniel.

      "Children, this is Daniel, your daed’s bruder."

      Lydia watched as Anna Marie, Jacob, and John in turn extended a hand to Daniel, who smiled with each introduction. Lydia wondered if maybe she was dreaming all of this. A disturbing dream, one she hoped to wake up from any minute.

      Very nice to meet you all, Daniel said.

      "Your Onkel Daniel will be making his home here in Paradise, at the old Kauffman place, Lydia said. Not even a half mile down the road. Right now, he is staying with your mammi and daadi. Lydia steadied her voice and tried to appear casual in the presence of her children. He is being rebaptized into the faith."

      Lydia’s sons nodded, then excused themselves. But Anna Marie eyed Daniel with suspicion. "You are dressed Englisch," she said.

      Daniel shifted his weight. Uh, yes, I am. I haven’t been in town long, but I’ll be stocking up on the traditional clothes.

      Anna Marie narrowed her eyes into a scrutinizing gaze. Where’ve you been? She paused, but before Daniel could answer, she added, "Why weren’t you at mei daed’s funeral?"

      Good question, Lydia thought, as she waited to hear Daniel’s answer. Elam had told the children that their uncle chose a life with the Englisch, and that he was shunned for doing so after baptism. But he never told them that their mother almost married his older brother before she married him.

      Daniel rubbed his forehead, and Lydia could see the regret in his expression. It’s a long story, he said.

      Anna Marie, a spirited girl in the midst of her rumschpringe, questioned everything around her. Daniel’s return was no exception. I have time, she said. She edged one brow upward and lifted her chin a tad.

      Lydia cupped her hand over her own mouth to hide the grin on her face. Anna Marie reminded her so much of herself at that age. She glanced at Daniel, who seemed rattled by the inquisition.

      I’m sure I’ll be seeing lots of you. We can talk later, he said to Anna Marie. His eyes shifted to Lydia.

      Lydia pulled from his gaze, and his words echoed in her mind. I’ll be seeing lots of you.

      She and the children had remained close to Elam’s parents and his two sisters and their families. Of course, his family would be including Daniel in all of their activities from now on, which would indeed mean that Lydia and her children would see him often. It wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the family to keep away just because Daniel was in the picture now. Lena and Gideon had been wonderful to their grandchildren, and to Lydia, since Elam’s death. So had the rest of the family. But they all had to realize how strange this was going to be for her.

      Fine. Anna Marie responded flatly to Daniel’s offer to talk later. "Mamm, I’m going to go finish sewing Jacob’s shirt upstairs. She studied Daniel hard for a moment. Nice to meet you." And she headed up the stairs.

      They’re beautiful children, Daniel said when Anna Marie was out of earshot. His tone was laced with regret.

      "Ya, they are." Lydia pulled on the doorknob and swung the door wide, allowing the chilling wind to coast inward. She had no parting words.

      Daniel pulled his coat from the rack and slipped it on. When the last button was secure, he looked down at her, towering over her five-foot-five frame. I know this is a shock for you, he said.

      It’s fine. She tried to sound convincing, unaffected. There was a time when Daniel knew her better than anyone. She wondered if he could see past her words now and into her heart, where everything was anything but fine.

      He walked out the door, then turned to face her.

      Lydia started to close the door, but Daniel put his hand out, blocking her effort. Lydia . . .

      Her cheeks stung from the wind, but she waited for him to speak.

      I’ve come home to start a new life. He paused, fused his eyes with hers. Thank you for forgiving me.

      Lydia forced a smile, then pushed the door closed. She stood still and faced the door, not moving, as an angry tear rolled down her cheek.

      Had she really forgiven him?

      CHAPTER 2

      Nothing about Daniel’s life had felt right since the day he left Lydia. But leaving Lancaster County was the right thing to do all those years ago, no matter how much the separation had pained him and hurt those he loved. If Elam were still alive, Daniel would have never returned home, despite his longing for family. His love for both his brother and Lydia had overshadowed his own desires.

      He regretted not receiving his mother’s letter in time to make it to Elam’s funeral, but he’d moved too many times for his forwarded mail to catch up with him. By the time he’d gotten word, the funeral had long since passed. He recalled his sobs of regret, his feelings of despair at the news, and his confusion as to what Elam would want him to do. But it took another two years before he was ready to come home. Hopefully, he could be a friend to Lydia and a good uncle to the children. To speculate about more after so many years seemed far-fetched and out of reach at the moment.

      Daniel parked the rental car in the designated parking area at Avis. It was strange to think this was the last time he would drive an automobile for the rest of his life. Change was on the horizon, and he continued to hope and pray that he was making decisions that were right in the eyes of God.

      His parents openly wept when Daniel told them the truth about the night he left the community—that Christmas Eve so long ago. Their forgiveness partially plugged the hole that had been in Daniel’s heart since then. But if things were going to be right for all of them, Lydia would need to know the whole story too—a secret that Daniel had carried for eighteen years, and one that Elam took to his grave. Daniel worried whether his confession was a betrayal of his brother. He could only pray that now Elam would want him to step forward with the truth.

      Lydia’s olive skin still glowed, just as he remembered. The dusty rose of her cheeks and full pink lips lent a natural beauty to her delicate face, a face that reflected the perfect combination of strength and femininity. Her dark-brown hair, barely visible from beneath her kapp, hadn’t speckled with gray over the years like his own, and her deep brown eyes still reflected her every emotion. She still moved with grace and poise. And she still rubbed her first finger and thumb together when she was nervous, something she’d done more than once today.

      But did Lydia have enough forgiveness in her heart, not only to forgive him, but also to forgive her own husband—a man no longer in a position to explain his choices? Could she forgive two brothers who had betrayed her one Christmas Eve so long ago?

      Daniel climbed out of the car and closed the door.

      I hope so.

      • • •

      Lydia heard a knock at the door shortly after Daniel left.

      Please don’t be Daniel again.

      She was relieved to see Sarah Fisher, but one glance at her friend’s face told her that Sarah had heard the news of Daniel’s return. Sarah scooted past Lydia into the den. Lydia followed her in and closed the door behind them.

      Have you heard? Sarah asked, breathless.

      Lydia gulped and fought the tears welling on her eyelids. "Ya. He was here."

      Sarah put both hands to her mouth. Oh no. Are you all right?

      "Ya. It was a shock though. Lydia shook her head, then stared hard into her friend’s eyes. It was so long ago, Sarah. But after seeing him, it feels like just yesterday that he left. How can the pain bubble up after all these years?" She swiped at her eyes and hung her head.

      Sarah walked to one of the wooden rockers near the fireplace and sat down. Although fifteen years Lydia’s junior, she and Lydia were close friends, and Lydia knew Sarah would sympathize with her distress. Lydia took a seat in the other chair.

      "You were in lieb with him once, Sarah said soothingly. It’s only natural to have these feelings."

      Lydia yielded to the tears as heaviness settled in her chest. I will have to see him all the time. His parents are the children’s grandparents. He’ll be at church services, family gatherings, social get-togethers— She searched Sarah’s eyes for answers. It will be awkward.

      Sarah seemed to be choosing her words carefully. She reached over and touched Lydia’s arm. "Mei friend, is there any chance that you and Daniel—"

      "No! I could never have a life with Daniel. I don’t even know him anymore. He lived his life in the Englisch world, the world he chose. Tears ran down her face, and her voice choked in her throat. Besides, I loved Elam with all my heart. We had three beautiful children together. We had a gut life. I would never, never . . ." She shook her head, determined to stay true to her words.

      Sarah patted her arm. But you did love Daniel very much once.

      "Ya, I did. But he left me, Sarah. We had so many plans, and to this day I can’t understand his choice. She paused. I don’t

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