MY TOMORROW Chapters 1-3

Author’s Note

Pull up a chair, friend, and let me share the heart behind my story My Tomorrow. Though it is fiction, its roots grow from pieces of my own family’s history.

In the summer of 1947, my mother’s father was killed in a tragic automobile accident when a hay truck struck the car he was riding in. He was thrown onto the roadway and crushed, leaving behind a broken family. Not long after, my mother and five of her siblings were placed in homes to be adopted. Each one found a new family—except for her. She remained in foster care until, just before adoption was possible, she married my father. Though not an orphan by definition, she carried the heart of one all her life.

Years later, while reading the children’s story Corduroy in a classroom where I worked, I thought of her again. Corduroy the little bear was passed over because of a missing button on his overalls. That tiny flaw made him feel inadequate—just as my mother must have felt in those tender years.

Along with these memories, I’ve tucked in bits of my ancestors’ lives, their names, and pieces of family history. Those threads are always woven into my writing, giving life to the stories I tell.

I began My Tomorrow many years ago, but when my daughter Stephanie passed away, I felt an urgency to finish it—for her, and for anyone who has ever felt overlooked or forgotten.

I pray you find a little hope in these pages. May My Tomorrow remind you that even in our brokenness, God is still tenderly stitching together His plans for us. 

And, this story is dedicated to Mom and Stephanie, I can't wait to see you again someday! 

CHAPTER ONE

Psalm 127:3, "He heals the brokenhearted; And binds up their wounds."

Franklin, Indiana, June, 1898

Sadie Danley's world was about to change, though she had no inkling yet.

"Sadie, a letter arrived for you." Mrs. Florence Hannigan's voice was warm, though tempered with the patience of years. She extended the envelope, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her eyes, soft with wisdom, twinkled with a knowing light as though she could already see the shift that was about to come. The late afternoon lighting streamed through the parlor window, casting a golden glow over the modest room, adding a gentle radiance to Florence's silver-streaked hair.

Sadie hesitated, her heart giving a slight flutter as she took the envelope. The crisp cream paper was cool beneath her fingertips. "A letter?" Her voice trembled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Maybe it's about the position at the girls' school on Eighty-ninth Street."

"I believe it is, dear. Look at the postmark." Florence tapped the upper corner of the envelope with her slender finger, her nails neatly trimmed but showing the wear of work.

Sadie's breath caught in her throat as her eyes flicked to the postmark. A rush of heat flooded her chest, sending a small thrill through her, though she fought to remain composed. "It's from the Brown School!" It was the answer she was waiting for. Her voice barely contained her excitement as she tore open the envelope with trembling hands. The paper rustled as she unfolded the letter, eyes darting across the lines. "I was considered for the teaching position, but…they chose someone else. They want me to consider them again if another position opens."

The words fell from her lips, barely audible. Her vision blurred as tears rose, and the letter fluttered from her hand to the floor, landing softly against the worn carpet. "Rejected again." Sadie pressed her hands to her face, the sting of disappointment overwhelming her. Her tears fell hot and fast, tracing down her flushed cheeks.

Florence, ever calm, watched with gentle sympathy. Her glass lorgnette, hanging from a gold chain around her neck, glinted in the sunlight. A delicate brow arched slightly as she observed Sadie's reaction. Florence's arms encircled her, the comforting scent of lavender drifting from her clothes as she held the girl close. "I know it's hard, dear." Her steady and warm voice carried the wisdom of someone who had seen such struggles before. "But perhaps it's all part of a greater plan."

Sadie pulled back slightly, her teary eyes meeting Florence's calm, unwavering gaze.

"This news settles it," Florence said softly but firmly. "I'm leaving for Missouri, and you'll go with me." She pulled the letter from her pocket and smoothed out the creases. "It's from my sister, Lillian. She's retiring from teaching in Rocky Corners due to her hearing worsening, and the school board is looking for her replacement. They're offering you an interview, Sadie. And they've sent a train ticket for you."

Sadie's eyes widened, the enormity of the change crashing over her like a wave. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Her voice cracked as she grappled with the sudden shift.

"I was waiting for the right time. I didn't want to influence your decision if the Brown School accepted you. But now, well…it seems the path is clear."

"How far away is Missouri?" Sadie's voice rose in disbelief.

"Over five hundred miles."

Sadie's stomach knotted. Five hundred miles? That might as well be the edge of the world. "Why would they offer me a position there? How did they even get my credentials?" Her pulse raced as her gaze snapped back to Florence, suspicion flaring. "What have you done?"

Florence said, "Let's sit. I have to tell you something."

"But I—"

"Sit." Her tone was soft but commanding. She guided Sadie onto the sofa, her weathered hands warm and firm on Sadie's shoulders. She leaned in, her voice low. "There's something you need to know."

Sadie's heart pounded as she sat rigid, her hands trembling in her lap. Florence began her story.

"I have two sisters in Rocky Corners, Missouri—Sarah Ann and Lillian. Sarah Ann married a man named Zimri Utter. They followed Zim's brothers to Missouri years ago for a piece of land in the Ozarks. Lillian taught school there for years. Now that her health's failing, she can't continue. So, when the school board needed a new teacher, I…well, I may have put in a good word."

Sadie blinked, her thoughts a swirling mess. "So that's where I come in." She slumped against the back of the sofa, the weight of the decision settling over her. The dream of teaching tugged at her heart, but the fear of leaving everything behind—again—clouded he excitement.

Florence smiled, a soft sadness in her brown eyes. "I thought it would be the perfect fit. They need someone like, you, Sadie."

Sadie put her hand up to her cheeks, bewilderment clouding her green eyes. "You know I've never traveled outside of Indiana. It's the Wild West! And what if…what if it's not what I imagined? What if I don't belong?" She thought of the outlaws, the gunslingers, the wagon trains moving to the West Coast.

Florence chuckled, a low, throaty sound that radiated warmth. "The western gunslingers and cowboys, with their dusty cattle drives, have been tamed. It's almost a new century, and our modern way of living has overturned the rough and rowdy ways of long ago. Rocky Corners is a small, quiet town. A place where you could truly find your footing."

The weight of Florence's words hung between them as Sadie's heart raced. Five hundred miles away. The distance seemed vast, insurmountable, yet…there was something in how the old woman spoke as if she were offering more than just a work opportunity. A new life. A chance to start over.

Florence took Sadie's hands in her own, her grip firm yet tender. "I've prayed over this, Sadie. I feel in my heart that this is where God is leading us both."

Sadie's mind spun. Her breath quickened as anxiety rose, yet deep inside, there was a flicker of something else, a small, quiet hope.

Taking a breath, Florence continued, "I miss my family. Papa always called me Sarah Ann and Lillian the Three Sisters." Her laugh broke the tension. "Sarah Ann is the oldest, Lillian is the youngest, and I'm smack dab in the middle. We were born a year or so apart and grew up doing everything together. When one of us got into trouble, the other two came to her aid. If one of us had a problem, we three solved it so that we could have a cheerful life. We have other sisters and one brother, but they all live in Ohio."

"Papa, being deaf and disabled, was distressed to have his daughters separated, but he understood that land was a big draw to move so far away. Of course, we keep in touch by writing letters." She stopped and took a breath.

"Zim raises mules, and Sarah Ann approached him with the request to build a boarding house. Of course, he could never turn her down. She runs the Rocky Corners boarding house. Lillian met and married Mr. Bennett Lamberson, the Peace Valley Church sexton. When he died a couple of years ago, Lillian took over keeping the cemetery."

Sadie smiled and said, "And that's where I come in." The freckles on her slim face bunched up as if marching in protest.

Slim brows rose over twinkling brown eyes as Florence answered, "Yes. When Lillian told me about her plight, I started thinking about the future. I prayed that whatever the good Lord wanted me to do, he'd lead me. And now that the house is sold, we can leave Indiana together." She took a breath, her eyes wide. "I do hope you aren't angry with me over this, Sadie."

Sadie was quiet as thoughts buzzed like bees in her mind. A teaching position—a dream come true! Her face fell at moving far away. "I don't know about this. I know you're going with me, but over five hundred miles? What if they don't accept me?"

"I understand this is frightening. I believe the school board will be delighted with your skills, and you'll get the position."

Although Florence's words were comforting, Sadie couldn't stop the flow of tears. Grief and loss reared its ugly head as sorrow set in, gouging Sadie with anxiety and fear.

Mrs. Hannigan again gathered Sadie into her long arms, squeezing her tight. "This is an opportunity for you to use your teaching skills. This is why you attended college. Lillian will guide you until you are secure in the job." She rocked Sadie in her arms and patted her shoulder. Drawing away, she handed Sadie her embroidered handkerchief. "Dry your eyes, darling. Cheer up! We're in this together."

Sadie sat back against the sofa cushions and blew her nose. Looking at Lillian's letter, she again read it. "If I don't like living there, can I come back to Indiana?"

A cry escaped Florence's lips as she reassured the girl. "If that's what you truly want to do, you can! My sisters and I thought you'd be happy to have this chance."

"That's exactly what it is, a chance. The letter says I will meet with the school board and answer their questions. They will review my credentials and then decide whether or not to hire me. What if I fail?" Looking down at her dress, she continued, "What if they don't like me? What if I don't fit in?"

Florence knew Sadie's misgivings. The young woman had been through hard times in her few years on earth. Losing her parents was horrible. And after that, watching her two younger siblings adopted and taken away from her, leaving her alone in the orphanage, plunged her into despair and grief. Ten years ago, Florence's nephew's wife rejected Sadie when she saw a button gone from the girl's pinafore, so she chose to adopt another youngster. "You won't fail. The school board will see you as a competent, excited, and caring woman! Eastern born and bred, and they'll give you the job of your dreams!"

"Can I think about this? After all, you've taught me to not make hasty decisions," Sadie's voice was above a mouse squeak. "I need my safe space…"

Florence's face fell into concern. "Of course, you may, darling. I want you to focus on your future. Pray for the Lord's wisdom." She blinked her eyes and scrunched up her mouth. "Skedaddle and find a quiet place to think and pray. And if you answer yes, we'll finish packing and prepare to travel. I'll finish the laundry in the meantime. As soon as I know your answer, I'll telegram to inform Sarah Ann and Lillian!" Florence rose, adjusting her moss green skirt and expecting that Sadie would accept this generous offer. The plan was put into motion, and with any hope, she would find her destiny awaiting her in Rocky Corners, Missouri, the little town in the Ozarks.

***

The garden at the back of the Hannigan Home had always been Sadie's refuge. Today, it felt like her only anchor. She went to the familiar bench beneath the towering oak and maple trees. Their leaves rustled softly in the afternoon breeze, whispering secrets only the wind knew. Sunlight filtered through the branches, dappling the ground in golden patches as if offering small pockets of warmth to soothe her troubled thoughts.

The sweet scent of trumpet vine flowers filled the air, their bright orange blossoms attracting fat, humming bumblebees. Sadie curled her legs beneath her, the wooden bench creaking slightly under her weight. She inhaled deeply, savoring the earthy smell of the soil and the fresh greenness of the garden. It was a comforting contrast to the turmoil inside her.

Closing her eyes, she let the sounds of the garden fill her senses: the distant clop of horses' hooves on cobblestones and children's laughter echoing faintly from the street beyond. She took a deep breath and whispered a prayer, her lips barely moving: "Lord, show me the way."

But instead of finding peace, her heart ached. The thought of leaving Indiana, the only place she had known, filled her with dread. And what if, after all that, she failed? What if they rejected her again? The sharp sting of rejection still burned fresh in her memory. The idea of experiencing it in a strange town so far from home was unbearable.

As the wind picked up, brushing through her coppery hair, she shivered. Sadie wrapped her arms around herself, drawing in the familiar scents and sounds of her safe place. She closed her eyes tighter as if she could block out the uncertainty of her future. I need your guidance, Lord. Please show me what to do.

The backdoor opened, and Florence marched toward her with a big smile rimming her mouth. Riley O'Flannery followed her, his long legs matching her steps in good stride. His wiry body swayed with swagger. "I have good news!"

Sadie rose and grinned at Florence and Riley's matching smiles. She could use good news right now.

Florence grabbed Riley's red flannel shirt sleeve and said, "I have a traveling companion for us! Riley is going to Kansas and has agreed to accompany us as far as Missouri!"

Riley stuttered out the words, "Helllll-o, Sa, Sa, die!" He removed his brown wool cap and turned it around in his hands.

Sadie straightened her shoulders and smiled back at the man she was fond of. Riley always listened to her when she spilled the beans about something that had happened to her that day. In return, she listened to his chatter and helped him through the hurt when someone teased him about his stuttering.

"What's this? Riley, why are you going to Kansas?" Sadie eyed him with wonderment. She noticed his Adam's apple and his nervous stance.

"My Uncle and Aunt in Kansas are offering me a free parcel of farming land. I'm leaving in a couple of days and came by to tell you and Mrs. H. and say so long." Riley talked fast, spittle forming around his mouth as he hurried the words along. His hazel eyes were bright behind round spectacles that perched on the tip of his nose. Amazingly, the stutter wasn't so bad when he talked quickly.

Sadie wanted to reach out and push his glasses in place, but she held her hands together and listened to his explanation. His red plaid shirt clung to his slender frame, and suspenders kept his baggy britches from falling to his ankles. His blonde hair was combed neatly in place. Sadie held a soft spot in her heart for this man, who was a dear friend.

Florence's excitement bubbled within her. "When Riley told me his news, I asked if he would accompany us on our trip, that is, if you decide to go. And, of course, he was delighted to help out. Isn't that wonderful? And so kind!" She looked from Sadie to Riley.

Sadie knew God's answer to her questions. I'll travel to an unknown place, face a group of strangers, answer their questions, and be at their mercy. Did you send Riley to help us, Lord? She tamped down her fear and trepidation and smiled. If God wanted her to do this, then she would obey. Quickly the thought came: think of this as an adventure!

She gave Florence the answer she wanted. And she accepted Riley's offer to travel with them.

Their quiet was interrupted by the sounds of children playing tag in the street. Laughter and happiness filtered into the backyard. I wish I was as happy as they are. She was about to say goodbye to her home and embark on the unknown. Even though she was going with her beloved Mrs. Hannigan, the qualms gouged her with distrust.

 

CHAPTER TWO

After several days of travel and numerous stops across the five hundred miles from Indiana to Missouri, Florence and Sadie arrived in Wheatland. The train hissed as it slowed to a halt. The women said their goodbyes to Riley, and he waved from the window, his face a mixture of weariness and farewell. The ladies stood on the wooden platform, waving back until he disappeared into the distance, Kansas-bound. They were caked in dust from the journey, and their dresses clung to them uncomfortably in the humid summer air. Relief that the trip was nearing its end mixed with fatigue as they spotted the hackney coach awaiting them.

Silas Bridges tipped his hat as he gathered their bags and loaded them into the back of the vehicle. Florence and Sadie settled onto the worn leather seats, the faint scent of horse and hay lingering as the coach swayed into motion. The sun bore down relentlessly; the heat was heavy and sticky. Sadie could feel the sweat pooling beneath her bonnet; her hair plastered to her forehead. She pulled out a handkerchief to dab at her face.

"The humidity in this part of the country is unlike any other," Florence remarked, fanning herself with her decorated fan, the fabric edges fluttering like tiny wings. "You get used to it eventually."

Sadie let out a soft sigh. "I feel like an old dishrag that's been wrung out too many times." She glanced out of the open coach window, watching the dense woods and steep hills roll by their rough beauty still unfamiliar to her eyes. The road kicked up dust clouds, swirling around them in the late afternoon light.

"Once we reach Lillian's, you can wash up," Florence assured her, leaning forward slightly. "We're almost there—just wait until we crest this hill."

Florence signaled Silas, who slowed the horse, and soon they reached the tip of a large, sweeping hill. The world opened below them, revealing the valley where Rocky Corners lay nestled between the hills, like a small hidden gem. Sadie leaned out slightly, taking it all—the creek that wound through the valley, glinting in the sun as it cascaded over boulders and wound its way toward the grist mill. The town itself looked almost quaint from this distance, with people moving about, carts and wagons traversing the streets, and clusters of buildings arranged around a central crossroads.

Sadie's brow furrowed. "Why do they call it 'Rocky Corners'?"

Florence chuckled softly. "Rocky is named after the northern hills, where the land is rougher and rockier than here in the valley. 'Corners'—well, the town sits right at the junction of three counties. It's an unusual place, but you'll find that most folks here like things just the way they are."

As they descended into the valley, the town came to life before Sadie's eyes. The atmosphere was heavy with scents of fresh-cut hay and damp earth from the nearby creek. At the heart of Rocky Corners stood an artesian well, surrounded by the crisscrossing of four dirt roads. Silas guided the coach to the right, stopping in front of the modest cafe and boarding house. The building was weathered but welcoming, its porch shaded by vines that clung to the posts, casting leafy shadows in the late afternoon sun.

Just as they stepped down from the coach, a voice called, "Sister!" Sadie turned to see a tall, thin woman hurrying down the board house steps, her gray hair neatly coiled in a bun, with tiny spectacles perched on her nose. There was something sturdy and no-nonsense in how she moved, but the warmth in her eyes as she embraced Florence softened her angular features.

"Sarah Ann!" Florence cried, her voice high with excitement. She hugged her sister tightly. " It's been too long."

Sarah Ann turned to Sadie with a smile that would light up the night sky. "Sadie Danley, welcome to Rocky Corners. We've heard so much about you." Her words held a sincerity that eased some of the tension in Sadie's chest.

As Florence and Sarah Ann exchanged pleasantries, Zimri Utter, Sarah Ann's husband, approached with a wide smile, his long-sleeved white shirt rolled up to his elbows. "Florence, it's good to see you. And Sadie, welcome. We'll get your bags over to Lillian's house soon enough."

"Thank you, Zim," Florence replied, her smile genuine, though lines of weariness edged her face.

Inside the cafe, the cool interior welcomed relief from the heat. Sunlight streamed in, softened by the gingham curtains at the windows. The small table, dressed in matching blue gingham, was set with delicate China cups and saucers. As they settled in, Sadie allowed herself a moment of stillness. The aroma of freshly brewed tea and the sight of Florence and Sarah Ann's easy camaraderie soothed something deep within her, a sense of belonging she hadn't felt in so long.

As the tea poured, a young woman in a white apron approached. Sarah Ann introduced her as Abagail Crowe, the sister of the town sheriff. Abby's cheeks were flushed, her brown hair pinned back with a ribbon, though her eyes lingered on Sadie, sizing her up.

"So, you're the new schoolteacher?" Abby's voice was polite, but something in her tone made Sadie feel like she was being inspected. "We've been waiting for the new person to show up."

Sadie blushed under the scrutiny. "I've applied for the position, yes. But the board still has to decide."

Abby's smile faltered, replaced by a more guarded expression. "Well, I hope it works out for you," she said, though her eyes betrayed a hint of skepticism. "It would be a shame to come all this way for nothing."

Sadie's chest tightened, but she forced a smile. "If I don't get the job, I'll find something else. We'll see what happens."

Abby looked at Sarah Ann. "Does everyone know?" Abby’s face held a deeper meaning.

Tension hung in the air momentarily before Sarah Ann dismissed Abby with a wave of her hand and changed the subject. But as they finished their tea and prepared to leave, Sadie could not shake the feeling that Abby knew more than she was letting on. Something about her words hinted at deeper undercurrents in this town—where secrets might run as deep as the old well at its crossroads.

***

As they rode toward Lillian's house, Sadie replayed the conversation in her mind. Abby's tone, the way she had asked if everyone knew about their arrival, left a strange unease in her stomach. Sarah Ann's dismissal of the topic only heightened her curiosity. Sadie glanced at Florence, but she had closed her eyes, leaning against the seat in exhaustion. Sadie was determined to uncover whatever was going on in Rocky Corners.

When they finally arrived at Lilian's large two-story house, Zim pulled the wagon into the circular drive at the bottom of the hill and stopped the horse. The sight of the grand Victorian with its ornate gingerbread trim and sprawling lawn took her breath away. Ten steps led to the front door. The screen door, painted green, opened wide and a short, chubby woman wearing a blue dress and white apron descended the steps to greet her sister, her voice filled with joy, Sadie's heart lightened. Surrounded by Florence's family, she felt a flicker of hope. A hope that this new chapter in her life might bring the love and belonging she had longed for.

Yet, even as she watched the sisters embrace, that flicker of doubt remained. Something was waiting for her in Rocky Corners; it wasn't just the job she hoped to secure.

"I've missed you, Sister!" Lillian cried out, her voice like tinkling bells. She grabbed the hanky from her pocket and wiped at her brown eyes.

"Oh, Lillian, it's good to be here with you!" Florence agreed. She stepped out of Lillian's embrace and introduced Sadie while Zimri took their bags into the house.

Lillian grabbed Sadie around the waist and hugged her tightly. "It seems as if I know you! Florence speaks of you highly and I'm so glad you'll be our new schoolteacher!"

Sadie noted Lillian's words were almost identical to Sarah Ann's. She chuckled and said, "Well, I've not got the job yet, so don't count your chickens before they're hatched, Miss Lillian!"

Lillian drew a breath and exclaimed, "I see Florence has taught you well!"

Florence joined the lilting conversation. "She's a chip off the old block, as Papa would say!"

Sadie's delight bubbled into her heart. Oh my, this is going to be fun! What adorable sisters these three are! "I must tell you, Miss Lillian, I am glad to be here in Rocky Corners. It is my first time to interview with such prestigious people. Facing the school board has my nerves on edge!"

As they made their way up the steps and into the house, Lillian assured Sadie the interview would go smoothly. "The board is made up of cordial people who work hard and play hard. I'll give you pointers tonight after supper. Let's get you to your room."

Florence and Sadie's rooms were across the hall from one another. Florence's room was decorated in muted green with striped wallpaper near the double windows. Sadie's room boasted large pink cabbage rose wallpaper with sheer curtains at a single window. Both were furnished with comfortable beds, chairs, and tables. Wardrobes held their clothing, and washstands looked inviting.

Sadie sat on the pink bedspread and fell back on the soft mattress. The long trip was over, and she had endured it. Now, she had to conquer the interview tomorrow and be awarded the position. She breathed in and fought a nervous stomach. God surely hadn't brought her all this way to fail. No, she believed this plan was going to work. She pushed the fear aside and closed her eyes.

 

CHAPTER THREE

Supper at the cafe smelled heavenly, the rich aroma of slow-cooked meats and freshly baked bread filled the air—but Sadie only picked at her plate. The wood-paneled walls were decorated with faded photographs of Rocky Corners' early days. Oil lamps flickered gently, casting warm pools of light on the worn tabletops. Despite the lively atmosphere around her, Sadie's stomach churned with nerves. She pushed her food around the plate, her appetite long gone. The headache from the journey lingered, dull and throbbing at her temples, and her chest felt tight, as though the weight of expectations from the day ahead pressed down on her.

The quick nap Sadie had did nothing to ease her discomfort. She met so many townspeople it was hard to keep everyone straight. She tried to remember the mayor and his wife, the postmaster, and the mercantile and millinery owners. She put their occupations with their faces but not their names. But there should be no worries. She had a long while to learn everyone's names and put those names with faces.

Sarah Ann and Florence dominated the conversation, catching up on the news. Their humor was hilarious, and laughter filled the air around them. Sadie enjoyed hearing about their family in Indiana. She had not met the women's parents as they died before Sadie went to live with Florence. She knew their parents were deaf, and their father, Charles, had attended the Ohio Deaf and Dumb Institution before he married Catherine Jones. In a family of six girls, there was only one boy. After Catherine died, leaving Charles with seven little children, he married again, and they had one more daughter. They enjoyed a big, happy family.

Sadie bit into the piece of apple pie and her mouth burst into a happy dance. Cinnamon and sugar coated the apple slices, and she ate the entire piece.

"I'm glad to see you are eating rather than just picking," Sarah Ann commented, her bespectacled eyes observing Sadie's empty plate.

Florence leaned close, smiling teasingly. "See what I mean? Control issues—clear as day."

Sarah Ann threw her napkin down with mock exasperation, her glasses perched on the edge of her nose. "Oh, for heaven's sake, Florence! Must you always bring that up? It's not a control issue; it's called being organized!" She winked at Sadie, though a hint of frustration flickered in her voice.

Florence shook her graying head. "Call it what you will, Sister."

Sarah Ann's face sank into a frown. "Drat!" She sighed and looked at Sadie. "See what you're going to have to put up with?"

Sadie laughed. "I think you two are adorable together! I've never seen Mrs. H. so animated and happy. She had friends in Indiana but was never like this!"

More townsfolk came to their table and introduced themselves to the newcomers. Many recognized Florence and all of them welcomed Sadie to town. Several couples with children spoke of their excitement for the new teacher. Sadie, always humble, thanked them, but reminded them that she hadn't secured the position yet, but hoped that it would happen.

After supper, Florence and Sadie went home to Lillian's, where Lillian gave Sadie a few pointers on interviewing with the school board. After prayers, Sadie fell asleep and slept through the night, awakening in the early morning to a rooster crowing on her windowsill.

***

Sadie prepared for the day, choosing her best day dress and a cream straw hat to match the tiny flowers on the dress. She walked to the schoolhouse as pale golden light crept over the horizon, spilling across the dewy grass. The cool morning air smelled faintly of wild lavender and a soft rustling of leaves whispered through the tree-lined lane. The slight breeze lifted her hair.

The schoolhouse was simple but welcoming. With a deep breath, Sadie climbed the wooden steps of the schoolhouse and pushed open the door. The familiar creak of the hinges seemed to echo in the empty room, amplifying her nerves. The scent of chalk and old wood greeted her, mingling with the faint whiff of ink from the pot on the teacher's desk. The long blackboard stretched across the front wall, and sunlight filtered through the high windows, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the cheerful 'Welcome to Rocky Corners, Sadie' written in looping white chalk. Sadie smiled and her heart eased its thumping a bit.

Moving about the spacious room, she noted lots of books lined on a shelf along with pencils and paper. A large crate held outdoor children's play equipment. She counted six balls and four bats, buckets, and five large hoops.

Benches lined the back row, while a few desks claimed the front of the room. The American flag hung at the front right of the room.

The door opened and a woman walked through. Closing the door, she turned and made her way to where Sadie was standing, but she stopped short. Mouth agape, and eyes wide, Caroline Crowe hitched a deep breath. Peering intensely at Sadie, she drew back. "Sadie Danley. So, it's true!" She shook her blonde head and cried, "You are interviewing today!" Caroline's voice was sharp, her eyes wide as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She pressed a hand to her chest, breathing quickly. Her gaze flickered to Sadie's face, her shock barely concealed by a veneer of disdain.

Sadie stood frozen, her breath catching in her throat. The sight of Caroline dredged up memories she thought were long buried. Icy dread curled in her stomach. She wanted to flee, to escape the suffocating wave of past pain and present tension, but she forced herself to hold her ground. Heat rose to her face as her heart pounded in her chest, her hands clammy with sudden nerves. The weight of ten years settled on her shoulders like a heavy cloak, and she felt a deep unease at the sight of the girl who had once been her rival, now standing before her as a woman—and pregnant. "Caroline. What are you doing here?"

Caroline sniffed and drew herself up in a tight reaction. "I live here!" Her head drew back stiffly, and her fists balled. "I don't understand. How are you here in Rocky Corners?" Enlightenment skittered over her face. "Lillian! Miss Lillian is my father's aunt!" She hurried to sit down on the nearby bench. Clutching her rounded belly, she drew deep breaths.

Noticing Caroline's heavy breathing, Sadie hastened to her. "Caroline, are you okay?"

Nodding her head, Caroline lifted her face to Sadie. "Yes, I've been having false pains the past couple of days. This surprise brought one on."

Assuming Caroline's time was coming soon, Sadie smiled and offered her help. "Can I get you a drink of water?"

"No," Caroline threw up her hand. "I'm fine, really. I've been through this before, it's my second baby." Her bright blue eyes bore into Sadie. "Now, tell me what's going on." Demand laced her words.

Tamping down her shaky voice, she cleared her throat. Wanting to keep her distance, Sadie sat on the bench across from Caroline. Gaining her composure, she told her what had transpired. "I'm waiting for the school board now."

Caroline closed her eyes briefly, shaking her head, and opened them again. "I never expected to ever see you again! But Abb—" She caught herself and closed her mouth briefly.

"Abby told you, didn't she? I met her last night in the cafe," Sadie said, putting it all together. "She made a comment that I thought was rather odd."

"Abby's my dearest friend! Of course, she wanted me to know right away."

They were interrupted by the door opening and three men strode through, smiles playing on their faces.

"Hello! It's good to see you this morning, I'm Sam Horton, I own the flour mill." Looking to his right, he introduced the mayor of Rocky Corners, Zeke Laney, Lyle Dabbs, the postmaster, and Pastor Daniel Akehurst. Swiveling, he glanced at Caroline. "Good morning, Caroline. I didn't expect to see you here. Are you sitting in on the interview with us? Does your father know?"

Embarrassment crossed Caroline's face as the man questioned her. No, she was not supposed to be here. She took it upon herself to sneak into the schoolroom and hoped to be allowed to stay. Her nosiness went beyond the point of curiosity.

Horace Brownstone interrupted Caroline's answer. Horace was just as Sadie remembered him: tall, thin, and carrying a cane. Touches of gray peppered his temples. The wide smile and caring look in his dark eyes fell fast when he spied Caroline. He glanced quickly from his fellow board members to Caroline, and on to Sadie. Horace swallowed, cleared his throat, and his ears turned as red as the stripes on the flag above the blackboard. But he recovered fast. "Fellows, I'm sorry I'm late. Caroline, I must insist you leave as this meeting is regarded as confidential." As the men mumbled their replies, Horace did not wait for Caroline's reply. He took her arm and escorted her to the door. "I'll see you this evening."

When the door closed, the room relaxed, and Horace went to Sadie. "Hello, Sadie." He took her hand in his and squeezed. "I'm happy to see you again! You look lovely! I know this is most highly surprising for us to meet like this again. But we are truly interested and eager to complete this interview. Won't you have a seat at the desk?"

Sadie fought her natural instinct to run from the room and hide away. Swirling thoughts fought inside of her. She had to stay and get this over with! She would not let, could not let this shock defeat her. Gathering her courage, she returned Horace's handshake and looked at the group of men stanning before her. She didn't trust herself, so she withheld her words for now. The time would come to hear Horace out. She sat at the teacher's desk, glad that she had a cup of water at her right, even though her fingers trembled and she feared she might drop the glass. Her throat felt as dry as the clay dirt road.

As the men took turns fielding questions at Sadie and encouraging her to talk about her life and credentials, confidence bubbled inside Sadie. Horace Brownstone used his light humor to set the tone and put her at ease. At every turn, Horace gave her the welcoming smiles and gentle encouragement she needed to support her confidence.

Within the hour, the meeting drew to a close and by the end, Sadie sat at the teacher's desk with a demeanor of a qualified and confident new teacher for their school. The men departed, chattering and chuckling with happiness. As the door shut quietly, leaving Horace and Sadie alone, tension took over the sereneness of the moment.

Sadie looked at Horace and he stared back at her, a soft expression framing his eyes and mouth. Steady eye contact brought Horace leaning forward, with a flushed appearance. "You don't know how happy I am to see you again, Sadie." Laying a hand over his heart. "Please forgive me for possibly shocking you and keeping the details from you. But I have my reasons."

"Mr. Brownstone, while I'm happy to see you once again, I'm plainly at a loss. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

Horace inhaled deeply through the nose, then exhaled through his mouth. "Of course, and I'll explain in a minute." Hopefulness laced his words as he leaned in. "You did an excellent job answering the interview questions. It's plain to see that you have a fine teacher education and are prepared to begin teaching. I will go as far as to say I'm sure you have the position, and I know we are the lucky ones to secure a lady like you with your gracious presence." He pressed his lips together, waiting for Sadie to answer.

"Thank you. I received my education at Brown School and recently applied for my first teaching position there. I was turned down. That's when Mrs. Hannigan gave me the letter from Miss Lillian asking me for an interview. It's worked out well."

"As if the Lord is leading your path to the future."

Sadie wrestled with her response. She was growing bored with this chit-chat and wanted to ask Horace the burning question on her mind. But did she really want to see Horace's son, Elijah, again? Ten years had passed since their time in Indiana. In the meantime, Sadie grew from the fourteen-year-old girl into a promising woman with a teaching career. She decided to ask, and the question popped.

"Where is Elijah?" Sadie's voice hitched with anticipation and wonderment, wanting to know yet not wanting to know the answer.

Horace Brownstone's face erupted into a huge grin showing laugh lines. In a bubbly voice, Horace's demeanor changed. "My son is a doctor now, Sadie. He's out on his traveling circuit. He travels two weeks at a time and is home for two weeks at a time. That gives him time to make rounds and visit those who have fallen ill or suffered an accident and can't make it into town."

"A doctor. What a wonderful calling for Elijah," Sadie's eyes sparkled as the name fell from her lips. Joy sparked through her. She wanted to know more. Hear about the past ten years. Her fingers brushed the edge of her apron pocket, where the paper heart still lay, a forgotten relic of a boy she once knew. Elijah. The mere thought of his name brought a swirl of old emotions to the surface. Warmth and loss, like the ghost of a summer breeze on a cold winter night.

"I'm proud of Elijah. He's done well with his life. But now, let me explain what you need to know."

"Go on." Sadie tamped her curiosity about Elijah down and raised her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side. Gazing at Horace, she focused on what he had to say.

"I am Sarah Ann, Florence and Lillian's nephew. Their sister, Charlotte, was my mother. Our connection led me to you ten years ago when we came to choose to adopt a child. I'm deeply sorrowful that Sue Ellen changed her mind at the last minute and chose to adopt Caroline. There was no swaying her decision. I know it hurt you deeply. That is why you are here now. I hope to make it up to you by giving you a chance to secure the teaching position."

Sadie heard the words and blinked several times to understand Horace's explanation. Now, more than ever, she hoped that she did, indeed, get the job. But the darkness of Caroline's earlier visit overshadowed her heart's happiness. The times Caroline bullied and mistreated Sadie rushed back to her, filling her with awful memories.

"What about your wife? And Caroline? What do they think now that I am here?"

A dark expression covered Horace's face. He leaned back, shaking his head, his eyebrows lowering and pinching together. "Do not think for one minute that I'll allow them to hurt you again. I do not care what they think, and you should not, either. In fact, they had no idea that you and Aunt Florence were coming to Rocky Corners. I keep some things secret until it's time to reveal them."

Sadie scoffed, dipping her head and breathing deep. "I'm sorry, but you don't know how Caroline treated me in the orphanage, Mr. Brownstone. I won't let her do that to me again. I can't endure it and I assure you I'll have to return to Indiana should that occur." Her insides tangled like roots crowding one another.

"Oh, I have an idea of how Caroline caused you pain, Sadie. Ten years ago, when we brought her home with us, she showed her other side." He steepled his fingers and continued, " That side is not pretty. She's put us 'through the mill' as they say. And of course, she talked about you and the other children in the orphanage. As I said, please put that aside and give this new adventure a chance to come to fruition. I want to welcome you to Rocky Corners. I'm sure you'll be very happy here. And as for my son, well, I'm certain he will be overjoyed with your arrival."

Doubts crowded into Sadie's happiness. "Has he not married?" She looked down at the desk, dreading to feel the death of a lost friendship should it happen. Her fingers pinched, holding the little paper heart that grew warm in her pocket.

Horace pressed his lips together, pushing his shoulders back against the wooden chair. "No. Elijah has been too busy with medical school and establishing himself as a doctor. I think he's missed you."

"I'll try to believe you, Mr. Brownstone, truly I will."

Horace rose to his full height and offered his hand to Sadie. "I'll speak with the other men tonight and we will have an answer for you about the position in the next couple of days. Meanwhile, again, welcome and if you need anything, please do not hesitate to call me." He directed his brown eyes deeply into Sadie's green ones. "I am serious. If anything happens, please come to me. Do I have your word?"

Sadie took his hand and shook. "Yes, Mr. Brownstone, you have my word." Sadie watched the tall man leave the schoolhouse. Her heart pounded just a little too fast. The future felt like an unwritten letter, one that she wasn't sure would ever be addressed to her.