MY TOMORROW Chapters 17-20 & Epilogue

 

Chapter 17 

"Marry you?" Elijah's voice thundered across the cemetery as the gathering storm clouds crowded the western horizon.

Riley's chin jutted forward, his back straight. "That's right, Doctor Elijah Brownstone! I, I know who you, you, you are—the one S, Sadie's talked about for years. The, the, the one who broke her heart on Valentine's Day! Well," he took a step toward Elijah. "I'm here t, to t,t,take her with me. We'll be married and we'll raise a fam, family. I'm offering her what you, you, you won't!"

Elijah jerked his head to Sadie. "You're marrying this O'Flannery from Indiana?" His chest puffed out and lightning flashed in his stormy eyes as the wind blew his hair about his face. He shoved it back in place and waited for her answer.

Emotions played with Sadie's senses as she watched the man she loved spark with jealousy. She caught her breath. Did Elijah love her? She knew her dream of having a marriage and family could come true with Elijah. "You both know that I want to marry and have a family of my own."  Hot tears rushed to her eyes as emotion flooded her senses.

"And I'm here, here to see, see that your wish comes true!" Riley's voice trembled as he stammered. He started toward her.

Elijah moved closer and yelled, "Stay away from her, O'Flannery!"

Riley harrumphed and shook his head, determination lacing his words. "Or what? She, she knows me, me better than she knows you, you. These last ten years I, I was there to listen to her pour out her, her broken heart. You were nowhere around." He paused and took a breath, "And now I'm gonna take that broken heart and, and, and mend it." Suddenly, his stammering had stopped as anger laced each word.

Elijah stood stiff and powerful against the wind that muffled the conversation. "She's not going anywhere."

Sadie gathered self-control and courage and stood between the men, both hands going to her hips. "Hold it!" She fought hard against the tears she refused to let fall. She glanced between them, her eyes blazing like the sunshine on a summer day. "You're talking about me as if I'm your property."

Looking at Riley, her lips drew into a grim line. "How dare you come to Rocky Corners and demand that I go with you! That's my decision to make!"

She then stared at Elijah. "And you, Elijah, you have no intention of marrying and settling down. Why do you think I would ever want to stay here? Especially with Caroline and your mother harassing me at every turn?" Her mouth snapped shut, stunned at her bluntness.

Elijah stared hard at her, a frown covering his face. "We talked about this. You were going to give me a chance to solve the problem, remember?"

Thoughts flooded Sadie's mind. Riley was a good friend who had listened to her pour her heart out in anguish time and time again. While his looks weren't rugged and manly, he held a softer down to earth aura about him that was pure and caring. She had no doubt that Riley O'Flannery would take care of her and their life together would be happy. Elijah, on the other hand, the boy who stole her heart ten years ago, had the very presence that filled her soul with joy. When they were together, she felt like he was home, the one whom God made for her. And even Elijah's father saw it for what it was.

A heaviness centered in her chest, and she spoke calmly, determination driving her. "I can take care of myself. I don't need either of you."

Riley lost all emotion on his face. "Think it, it, it over. I'll be, be, be waiting at the, the boarding house for your answer." Riley marched off, leaving Elijah and Sadie alone.

Rubbing his neck, Elijah let out his breath just as a rumble of thunder shook the heavens. "Well, I'll be. I never expected this to happen." He demanded an answer from her, "You would seriously go to Kansas with that Irishman?" Raising dark brows, Sadie frowned. She saw her opportunity. "I'm mulling the idea over. But for now, I'm going home," she said quietly. "It looks like rain is moving in." She took a step away from Elijah.

Elijah took her elbow, "I'll escort you there. I need to check on Lillian."

***

The afternoon air grew heavier with bouts of sunshine breaking through the heavy thunder clouds. Alone in her bedroom, Sadie felt the energy of nature's outburst. Thunder rumbled in the distance, threatening to open the heavens, but no rain fell. Gusts of wind whipped around the windowsills and doors, dust turning into little dust devils whirling along the streets. While some people hid in anxious, uneasy fright from Ozarks thunderstorms, Sadie watched in awe, experiencing the power of nature in all of its glory and drawing from the energy.

Lying against the plump pillows on her bed, she held the red paper heart and thought of what had just transpired. Riley came to Rocky Corners to find her and take her back to Kansas with him. For the life of her, she never expected that! She knew Riley and his homelife from all the hours of sharing secrets and life's hardships. He shared his story about Ireland and coming to America. But she didn't have feelings for Riley. It stopped at friendship.

And Elijah.

When she came to the Ozarks, she never thought she'd find Elijah and his family here. Admitting it to herself, she knew if she couldn't have Elijah, then she would have no one. Closing her eyes as the lightning streaked through the sky, she prayed, asking God to help her. Scriptures came to mind about the Lord healing the broken-hearted and caring for orphans. Orphans. How could she expect Elijah to care for her, an orphan? She'd thought of that before, and it always came back to the same answer: she couldn't expect a fine, wealthy man who was now a doctor to marry beneath him. She might as well throw her wishes to the wind.

But deep down inside, she thought that maybe God had a different plan for her life. She prayed for God to lead, guide, and direct her to make the right decision. Stay in Rocky Corners or return to Franklin, Indiana. She would wait and see what transpired.

Florence's voice drifted up the stairs, and Sadie found Sarah Ann and Florence sitting with Lillian.

"Sit with us for a while," Florence gestured to a chair next to Lillian's bed. The light from the table lamp flickered with homey warmth.

As Sadie sat, she looked at the three sisters. Sarah Ann still wore her apron from the cafe, and Florence's lorgnette swayed with the motion of her bringing the teapot to a low table where flowered China teacups and saucers waited to be filled. Lillian was dressed in her best bed jacket, lace trim around the collar, and pearl buttons down the front. Papers lay on her lap; she was working on her family history information.

"Sadie, we are gathered here this afternoon for you," Lillian began the conversation. "I've told my sisters about my last wishes should I die. And I've already told you where you fit into those wishes. You'll always have a home here with Florence, should you wish to stay."

"But, Sadie," Florence spoke next. "We want you to move on with your life—marry and raise a happy family. We know it's your deepest desire."

Sadie raised her dark eyebrows and smiled at the thought. "Thank you, but I don't think that's going to happen. There's no one I'm interested in."

"Oh, but there is!" Sarah Ann interrupted, clucking her tongue. "Our great nephew is the perfect choice for you, Sadie. We've seen how good you two are together. The whole town has seen what we see. You and Lige are made for each other!"

Sadie caught her breath, surprise causing her cheeks to blush apple red. Was she and Elijah the talk of the town? Were there no secrets that were safe anymore? She opened her mouth to voice her aggravation, but it was Lillian who spoke next.

"Elijah loves you. He's too stubborn to admit it. And we know you love Elijah. We want to see you happy and living your dream. Especially before the Lord calls me home!"

Sarah Ann admitted, "Elijah's as stubborn as Zim's old mule! You see, this was planned out ten years ago. We can't tell you too much; you'll have to wait for the right person to divulge that information. But it isn't a coincidence that Florence came to Rocky Corners and brought you along with her."

Sadie's mouth dropped open, and she spoke in a broken whisper. "Did you lie to me?" She looked at the three sisters, all sitting proudly around her.

"Heavens no!" Florence's voice was shrill. "We do not lie. But we do help the powers that be when it comes to love and family. Sadie, darling, you have been in my family since the day you and your brother, and your sister came to my orphanage. I know how much Elijah wanted his parents to adopt you, and when Sue Ellen chose Caroline instead, I saw how it affected Elijah."

Lillian smiled; the corners of her lips looked like a rosebud. "We know without a doubt that Sue Ellen and Caroline are behind all of this nonsense concerning you. But Horace and Elijah are taking care of them. They'll right this wrong so that you can stay here with all of us and continue what is meant to be. Please don't give another thought to going back to Indiana. For it's here that you belong."

"We know that boy from Kansas…" Sarah Ann looked to Florence for his name.

"Riley," Florence answered.

"We know Riley wants to take you with him. But you're already settled here. Please, give Elijah a little while longer, and things will get straightened out."

"But you're wrong." Tears gathered in Sadie's emerald eyes, and her throat stuck with grief. "Elijah told me that he won't get married because of his parents' sour marriage. There's no hope for us!"

The three sisters took a breath at the same time, looking at each other, then back to Sadie. "Like Sarah Ann said, please give it time. Do you trust us, dear?" Florence's voice was hopeful and compassionate.

"Yes, of course." Sadie saw the sisters' faces filled with faith, hope, and love. The three things the Good Book spoke of were God's foundational promise to all who believed.

"Then please, hold your horses and wait to see what is going to happen. Because it is going to happen!" Florence stated matter-of-factly.

Lillian and Sarah Ann nodded in agreement.

Sadie's heart bloomed with love for the three sisters. She saw faith in Sarah Ann, hope in Florence, and love in Lillian. She learned that those three virtues taught by Paul in the Bible are foundational to believers. 

Could the three sisters be right? 

***

The last patient had left the waiting room, and now Elijah sat in his office. The room was darkened by the stormy sky, but the lamps gave it a soft glow. The wind rattled around the doorway and shook the window above the chairs in the waiting room. He watched the dust blowing in the streets like the thoughts swirling in his head. He pulled the desk drawer open and brought out the little red paper heart, now creased and worn, rubbing it between his fingers.

Riley O'Flannery came to Rocky Corners to find Sadie and take her to Kansas. And he intended to marry Sadie. His Sadie! The same girl that he found intriguing and full of wonder, sunshine, and happiness. The girl whom he had thought about for the past ten years. Even though he and Sadie had only known each other for a short time, it was filled with revelation.

He loved Sadie Danley. And he had to do something about it. If he didn't, he would lose her. The ache of dread dropped into his gut. It was the paralyzing fear that held him in a vice.

"Hello!" Horace appeared at the door, rapping on the wood softly. "Can I intrude on your thoughts?"

"Father," Elijah's voice was ragged, and he rose. "Do come in and have a seat. Can I get you coffee?"

"No, this won't take long. I'm on the way home. Looks like a storm's brewing." Horace propped his cane against Elijah's desk and folded himself into a chair, rubbing his chin.

Elijah stared at his father. He looked troubled. This man, whom he adored and respected. Perhaps he should talk to Horace about his love for Sadie. Bare his soul to his father. His gut clenched tighter. "Do you have news?"

Horace cocked an eyebrow. "Yes. But first, I want to tell you something. It's time, son." He drew a deep breath, then spilled the words. "I'm Sadie Danley's benefactor. After your mother changed her mind and chose Caroline to adopt, I saw the pain in Sadie's eyes. And in yours. I knew you two had become fast friends; she was all you talked about for weeks after we left and came to Missouri." He cleared his throat. "So, before leaving Indiana that day, I took a packet of money intended for the girl we adopted to Aunt Florence. Aunt Florence warned me how mean-spirited and manipulative Caroline could be. So I decided to help Sadie and gave the money to Florence for Sadie."

Elijah's face fell as he listened. "Father…" his voice was but a whisper.

"I told Aunt Florence to use it for Sadie's education. Remember, while talking to us in her interview, Sadie divulged to us that she wanted to be a schoolteacher."

Elijah nodded, smiling.

"And I told Aunt Florence she would always have a home here in the Ozarks with us, her family. Over the years, I saw how disheartened you were. I wanted to help you get Sadie back, but how to do that? Then, as luck would have it, or we might call it divine intervention, maybe?" His dark eyes twinkled. "Ten years passed, and Aunt Lillian decided to give up teaching. Rocky Corners needed a teacher. Florence wanted to move to be near family…"

Elijah spoke up, "And Sadie graduated from Normal School and was ready for a job..."

"Yes, it all unfolded nicely." Horace nodded, leaning toward Elijah. "I prayed that Sadie would come here and you two would reunite and replenish that spark that joined you two together in the first place."

Elijah caught his breath. A smile spread over his lips.

"I brought Sadie here for you, Elijah." Horace stopped and waited, letting the truth sink in. He sat back in his chair.

"I can't believe it. You would do this for me?" Elijah's voice was shaky and low. "Unbelievable."

"But then you tell your mother and me that you are against marriage." Horace shook his head. "That's when I woke up, son. I realized the great travesty that I've caused you all these years. I began to see my marriage in a new light. Sue Ellen has always had troubles, both physical and mental, from the miscarriages. You know that's why we wanted to adopt a daughter. My good news is that she told me the truth just the other day about her life. Sue Ellen's mother was an orphan! That's why she was so against Sadie."

"And yet, she went to an orphanage to adopt and chose Caroline!" Elijah interjected, "It doesn't make sense, Father!"

Horace shook his head. "I agree, but what matters now is that your mother and I are making headway. I told her that if we can't change our marriage, then we will divorce. When she heard that, coupled with your warning to change or face admission into Nevada Asylum for the insane, she mulled it over. Before I had the chance to approach her about the shenanigans going on with Sadie, she admitted it all to me, apologizing."

Elijah sucked in a deep breath and reared back in his chair. "She did?"

"Yes. I now have the truth. But I also have good news. Your mother begged for forgiveness. She wishes to speak with you first. And then with Sadie. She wishes to make amends in hopes that all will be forgiven."

Elijah eyed Horace. "Can we trust what she says? Mother's as stubborn as a mule and she's manipulated people, twisting the truth to make it benefit herself…"

"You're right. But this time," Horace hesitated. "This time, I believe that she's changed. I believe that we've finally gotten through to her!" He stood up, grabbed his cane, and said goodbye. "We'll be expecting you soon. Whenever you are ready."

Elijah rounded the desk and grabbed his father. Hugging Horace tightly, he thanked him and promised he would see them soon. Hanging his white coat on a peg on the wall, Elijah replaced it with his brown vest and plopped his cowboy hat on his raven hair. He had people to see.

 

 Chapter 18 

Caroline gently laid Rosie in the cradle, tucking a thin blanket around her newborn daughter. The baby's tiny fingers curled into delicate fists, her rosebud lips parting with a soft sigh. Brady stood on tiptoe beside her, peering in with wide-eyed wonder.

"Baby is putty, Mama," he whispered, his voice full of innocent awe.

"Yes, Brady, Rosie is pretty." Caroline agreed with her son.

A low growl of thunder rumbled through the evening sky, rattling the windowpanes. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room in eerie brilliance before fading just as quickly. Brady shuddered, his little hands clutching Caroline's skirts.

"Oh!" he yelped, pressing his face against her leg. 

Caroline ran a soothing hand through his tousled curls. "That was thunder, Brady. Now be a good boy and go play with your blocks. Daddy and I need to talk."

She guided the four-year-old into the parlor where his toys were scattered across the hearth rug. The scent of rain drifted in through the open window, mingling with the faint aroma of the evening's supper.

Andrew sat on the settee, his expression grave, fingers laced together as he watched his wife settle beside him. His presence filled the room with quiet authority, the steady strength of a man who had reached the end of his patience.

"Did you get her down?" Andrew asked, his voice low but firm.

Caroline exhaled and leaned her head against the cushioned back. "That baby's got me plumb worn out!" she admitted, rubbing her temple.

Andrew's mouth drew into a concerned twist. Taking her hand in his, he spoke softly. "I know you're tired, but we need to talk about what's been going on. And this can't wait any longer."

Caroline's slim brow arched as she eyed her husband. She let out a breath. "Go on."

"Horace, Elijah, Ross, and I have been investigating the barbed wire incident, the stolen items from the schoolhouse, and the dead crickets in Sadie's lunch basket."

Taking a deep breath and letting her shoulders drop, Caroline was silent. Inside, her stomach flopped like a fish out of water. Her mood was sour, and she needed sleep. The baby took most of her energy, and she just wished for sleep and peace. Apparently, that wasn't going to happen.

Andrew studied her carefully. He knew every expression, every evasion. For five years, he had weathered her schemes and half-truths, but tonight was different. Tonight, he had had enough.

"Who took the barbed wire from our backyard to the school yard?"

"Andrew, "Caroline's voice dragged out his name in a whine. "I'm too tired for this."

Andrew's jaw tensed. "I was hoping you wouldn't lie anymore."

Silence stretched between them. The weight of her own misdeeds pressed down on her chest like a stone.

"Ross gave me the barbed wire, and I had it stored behind the barn to use later," Andrew said. Caroline swallowed hard. "Abby took it to the schoolyard, but she did it because you told her to."

Caroline sat up straight, her eyes flashing. "Why, the little traitor!"

Andrew smirked and continued, "And we know that you went into the schoolhouse and took the notes from Sadie's desk, and you also took the lesson planning book. I found it in your mother's old trunk."

He reached beneath him and pulled the book out, placing it on the table between them. The sight of it sent a hot rush of shame through Caroline, her pretty features twisting into a pout.

"Caroline, that's stealing." Andrew's voice cracked with disappointment. His voice broke, and he immediately quieted, not wanting Brady to overhear him. "How could you?"

"Mother wanted me to take it so she could check Sadie's lesson plans." 

Andrew gave a sharp nod. "It's not your mother's place to monitor the schoolteacher. And that book doesn't belong in your mother's chest; it belongs in the schoolhouse. You're taking it back first thing in the morning. And you're apologizing."

Tears welled in Caroline's blue eyes, but she swallowed them back. Andrew was right. He was always right. "I'll take it back tomorrow, I promise."

Lightning slashed through the sky, casting jagged shadows across the room. Thunder followed a moment later, shaking the walls with its growing fury.

Andrew's face hardened. "And the crickets, Caroline, really? You put dead crickets in Sadie's lunch basket?"

Brady overheard his daddy talking about crickets. "Cickets?" He scampered over and clambered onto Caroline's lap, wrapping his arms around her neck. "I'll get more cickets for you, Mama! I liked catching those old cickets! They jump high, like this!" He wiggled free, jumped high into the air, then fell into a fit of giggles. 

Caroline sucked in a breath and looked at her husband. The heat crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks. Tears began to run down her cheeks. She had used her innocent little boy to do her dirty work.

Andrew's voice dropped to a near growl. Using our child in your schemes is unbelievable! And we know that you're in cahoots with your mother. This stops right now. No more lies. No more tricks. Or I will take drastic measures."

"Like what? What are you talking about, Andrew?"

He leaned forward. "Stealing is a crime. And I don't make exceptions for thieves. If a complaint is filed—if the school board or Sadie goes to the law—you could go to jail." He stopped and let it sink in.

"What?! Andrew, you wouldn't dare…" Sucking in a breath, she put her hands to her face in shame.

He arched a brow, shaking his head. "You know I uphold the law. And your mother's just as guilty as you. Horace got the truth out of her. This is serious, Caroline."

Caroline clutched the fabric of her dress. The weight of her actions settled over her like a wet wool blanket, heavy and suffocating.

Andrew studied her for a long moment. "But there's one thing I still don't understand. Why do you hate Sadie Danley?"

Caroline dropped her gaze, watching Brady play on the floor. She loved her family. She loved her husband. She had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl. And yet, she had allowed old resentments to poison her heart. 

Her voice came out small. "We just never got along at Mrs. Hannigan's. She irritated me."

Andrew shook his head. "That's a pitiful excuse. And now, because of your mother's influence, people are talking about you. Your reputation is suffering. Abby is tired of being used—so much so that she went to Ross and told him everything. And guess what? They're engaged!"

Caroline's head snapped up. "Abby and Ross?" 

"She's moving on. It's time you did too. You need to make things right, Caroline."

Tears spilled over again, her body wracked with quiet sobs. "I'll apologize. To Sadie. To Abby. But Mother—Andrew, you don't understand how hard it is to say no to her."

Andrew placed a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder. Then it's time to learn. And it starts now."

Caroline felt conviction overtake her. It was time to grow up, take responsibility, and conduct her life in a Christian manner.

***

 Ross pulled the buggy as close to Abby's house as possible, tied the horse to the hitching post, helped Abigail to the ground, and followed her into the house. Hanging his hat on a hook behind the door, he pulled Abby's shawl from around her shoulders and folded it neatly, laying it on the table underneath the hook.

"Ross, thank you for supper," Abby said. "Please stay for a little while?"

"Yes, just for a bit, then I'll have to get home; hope I don't get caught in a downpour." He folded his long body into an armchair near the front room windows as the lightning lit the outdoors.

While the thunder proceeded to boom and the lightning flashed, Abby poured tall glasses of tea and served her guest. She sat in the opposite chair from Ross and swallowed hard. She had to talk to him and tell him the truth. She was honestly sorry that she ever got mixed up in this mess with Caroline in the first place. Guilt ate at her like a worm in a rotten apple.

"Ross, I must tell you something, and I hope you don't take this terribly bad…."

A strong brow lifted, and Ross' face grew concerned, his dark gray eyes filled with wonder. "Oh?"

"I'm just going to blurt it out, Ross." Abby licked her lips, wishing she did not have to say the words to the man she loved. She loved Ross Montgomery, but was fearful that after today, there would be no hope that he could ever return that love. And it was her fault! She was such a ninny to let Caroline tell her what to do! To manipulate her and act so horrible.

"I think about you a lot, Ross."

Ross's eyes twinkled, and his mouth turned into a smile. "And I think about you, too, Abby."

Abby drew a breath and, hesitating just a bit, she mustered the courage to go on. "Ross, I owe you and Andrew an apology. I never meant to cause such harm I," her cornflower blue eyes grew larger. "I'm ashamed of myself! I've listened to Caroline just because I am her friend. I should have said no, I should have refused every time she manipulated me. I'm sorry, and I want you to know I'm never, ever going to be an incorrigible person again!' Tears rolled down her slim cheeks and plopped on her flowered dress. She heaved a weighted sigh and chanced to look at the man whom she adored.

"Abby," Ross rose and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his long arms around her slim shoulders. "There, now," he crooned as he rubbed her shaking shoulders. Holding her against him, he allowed her to cry before he said anything.

Smelling leather and horses, Abby's muffled voice against his broad chest cried out in truth. "Caroline asked me to pretend that I was interested in Elijah so that Sadie wouldn't have hopes for a relationship with him. That was such a lie! Elijjah and I are only friends. Well, we were until he found out the awful things I've done."

Thunder rumbled around them and intensified the expression on Ross' face. Abby swore she saw understanding and compassion in his eyes. His lips were parted, and he stood in thought as she told the truth and bared her soul.

"I took the wretched barbed wire to the playground! Caroline had hopes that Sadie would become entangled in it. And she did!" The tears fell even faster as Abby spoke. "Thank the Lord that she wasn't hurt too badly!"

"Oh, Abby!" Ross took her face and held it between his rough rancher hands. His dark eyes bore into her blue ones and held her in a stare. Suddenly, his lips descended to hers in a whisper-soft kiss. Raising his mouth from hers, for a fleeting second, he gazed into her eyes and then crushed her lips with his, deepening the kiss, owning her mouth, and making her his. Pulling her into him again, he hugged her tightly, smelling her golden hair. It reminded him of a meadow of wildflowers.

They stood for seconds until her tears stopped and she hiccupped. "Can you forgive me, Ross? There's no one like you. I want no one but you, Ross Montgomery. And if you don't want me, I'll try to understand and go on with my wretched life, one way or another…"

"Hush, darling Abby," Ross' voice was deep with emotion. "I do forgive you! And it just so happens that there is no other woman whom I want in my life but you, Abigail Crowe."

She caught her breath and held it for a moment, hope rising, then let it flow from her as the deception totally left her body. Happiness surged, and a warm glow spread through her. She smiled at him with sincere appreciation and love. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed his lips, quick, sweet, as if to seal what he had just said to her.

He moved her to sit on the couch beside him. Taking her hands in his, he told her how he felt. "I've loved you for a long time. I just took my sweet time telling you." He hung his head. "I know I should have asked you to marry me last year. But I'm here now, wanting to make you my bride so we can run the ranch and together have a passel of kids, and make our dreams come true! Abigail Crowe, will you marry me?"

Abby's face shone like the sunshine in a cloudless sky. "Yes, I will. I want to be your wife and have a passel of kids and work your ranch with you!" Excitement and relief flowed through her veins. 

He cut in, "Our ranch, Abby."

She nodded quickly. "I must do something, though, Ross. I must apologize to Sadie and Elijah for all the trouble I've caused." She trembled as fright bubbled up inside. "Do, do you think I can make it right? Apologize to them so that we can have a friendship? I know you and Elijah are best friends, and I don't want to cause any trouble between you."

Ross nodded and answered, "Yes, my love, and I can assure you that you and I will be friends forever with Elijah and Sadie."

The rain began, crashing against the windowpanes. "Looks like I'll spend the night at Andrew's office again tonight. I'd best be heading that way." Holding her tiny hands in his larger ones, his eyes held forever love and happiness in them.

Rising to his feet, he pulled her into his strong arms and crushed her to him. She heard the beating of his heart, and she knew those beats were for her. Holding her at arm's length, he said good night, kissed her once again, promising to see her on the morrow, and dashed into the rainy night.

 

 Chapter 19 

The storm broke over the Ozarks late in the evening, like a restless beast stirring in the darkness. All day, the air had been thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and made tempers short. Cumulus clouds, swollen and heavy, had skated across the sky, teasing the land with their ominous presence. Thunder continued to rumble in the distance, a warning growl that never quite delivered—until now.

By the time the clock struck eleven, the heavens split open in streaks of silver, momentarily turning night to day. The wind howled through the trees, rattling branches and slamming shutters against siding. The scent of rain—earthy, electric—filled the air, though only a few stray drops pelted the dry ground.

Elijah lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind as unsettled as the storm outside. The events of the day tore through him like the restless wind. But, as always, his thoughts circled back to one person. Sadie.

Was she truly considering leaving Rocky Corners? Would she pack up her belongings, board a train, and disappear into the horizon? And worse—would she go to Kansas with that Irishman?

His stomach clenched at the thought, an ache settling deep in his chest. He let out a slow, heavy breath, but it did nothing to ease the weight pressing down on him. The time had come. He had a choice to make. Was he going to let fear rule him? Let her slip away? Or was he going to take the risk that terrified him most—tell her he loved her and ask her to be his wife?

Marriage. A promise. A binding of souls. Forever.

He had sworn he'd never chain himself to a life of bickering and regret like his parents. But that was before Sadie. Before she'd reappeared like a summer sunrise, warm and steady, filling the hollow spaces he hadn't even realized were empty. He had thought of her over the years, wondered where she was, how she was faring. But never—never—had he allowed himself to imagine loving her in the way that led to wedding vows.

And then Riley O'Flannery had arrived, all charm and certainty, sweeping in like he had every right to claim her.

Elijah exhaled thick with frustration. He'd rather see her go back to Indiana than to Kansas with that man. But why? Was it jealousy?

Lightning flashed, illuminating the room in a quick burst of white.

It was something deeper. He would miss her. He'd be lonely. Did he want to go on in life alone, never having a family? When he thought of it that way, the answer was no. And now he knew the only way to keep her was to admit he loved her and say four simple words.

His throat went dry. He swallowed hard, picturing himself on one knee, holding Sadie's hand, the words leaving his lips, a ring slipping onto her finger. Will you marry me?

Thunder crashed, shaking the walls. The storm was growing angrier.

Maybe fresh air would help.

Kicking off the covers, he dressed, shoved his feet into his boots, jammed his battered hat on his head, and stepped into the night.

***

The clock chimed eleven, and Sadie turned over for what felt like the hundredth time. The air in the room was thick and stifling, the kind of humid stickiness that clung to her skin and dampened her nightgown. She pushed her hair back, fanning it across the pillow in an attempt to find some relief. It didn't help. Nothing did.

Lightning split the sky, its jagged streak flashing against the bedroom walls before plunging the room into darkness again. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes, exhaustion tugging at her, but her mind refused to still. It whirled like the storm outside, restless and relentless.

She already knew what she had to do.

Riley O'Flannery was serious about taking her to Kansas. He had made his intentions plain, offering a future with certainty and security. But certainty wasn't enough—not when it meant leaving behind the only place that had begun to feel like home.

Not when it meant leaving Elijah.

Even if Elijah never planned to marry her, even if he never spoke a word of love, she would rather stay and watch him from a distance than live a lifetime without ever seeing him again. If that meant growing old alone, then so be it.

At least she would be in Rocky Corners.

At least she would be near him.

The decision settled over her. Tomorrow, she would tell Riley to go. She would stay in Missouri even if it meant giving up her dream of a husband, a home, and a family of her own.

Outside, the storm finally broke open, sending a fresh patter of rain against the window. Droplets slid down the glass in shimmering rivulets, and the soft, steady rhythm eased the tightness in her chest.

Rolling onto her side, she exhaled, her body finally succumbing to the pull of sleep.

Let morning come. She was ready.

***

Leaning into the wild wind, Riley trudged through the storm. His coat flapped around him, raindrops stinging his face like tiny needles. He had left the farm wagon just down the road from Lillian's farmhouse.

The back door yielded easily to his hand. Unlocked. Just as he'd hoped. He slipped inside, pausing to listen.

Nothing.

Supper smells met his nose in the kitchen; it was dark except for the occasional flicker of lightning that flashed through the window, throwing jagged shadows across the walls. Moving carefully, he crept to the staircase, placing each step with deliberate slowness to avoid creaking floorboards.

Florence's bedroom door stood open, allowing the air to circulate. That meant Sadie's might be, too. He barely glanced at the other rooms before finding the one he wanted.

Sadie.

His Sleeping Beauty.

She lay curled beneath the cotton sheet, her face peaceful, her hair spilling across the embroidered pillowcase. She was waiting for him—she just didn't know it yet. But she would. In time, she would come to see that he was her prince, that he alone could give her what she dreamed of. A home. A family. Love.

Kansas would be their fresh start. She would learn to love him.

Moving swiftly, Riley clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled her upright.

Sadie jolted awake, her body jerking in wild panic. Her muffled cry vibrated against his palm as he flailed, her nails digging into his wrist.

"Shh," he warned, pressing his mouth near her ear. "Don't fight me, sweetheart. I won't hurt you."

She twisted violently, kicking at the sheet, but he was stronger. Keeping his grip firm, he wrestled a bandana from his pocket and tied it around her mouth before she could scream. Her chest heaved, eyes wide and gleaming with terror in the dim light.

"Easy now," he murmured, as if soothing a frightened horse.

Roughly, Riley bound Sadie's hands with rope, tightening the knots despite her desperate struggle. The storm outside covered the sounds of their scuffle, masking every whimper and thud.

"Shh, Sadie. It's all, all right," he whispered, though his pulse pounded with exhilaration.

She bucked against him, but it was no use. Riley threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her frantic thrashing as he carried her down the staircase.

The wind slammed against him the moment he stepped outside, rain soaking them both instantly. Thunder cracked overhead, a rolling boom that rattled the ground beneath his feet.

Sadie squirmed, kicking against his chest.

"Stop fighting me!" he snapped, tightening his hold.

The wagon stood waiting at the edge of the road, its wooden frame groaning in the wind. Riley lifted Sadie into the back, covering her with a heavy tarp, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary as he smoothed it over her.

"You'll thank me, me, me one day," he whispered. Without another word, he climbed onto the seat, flicked the reins, and set off toward Kansas. Toward their future.

***

It was nearing midnight, and the town was draped in darkness, the thick Ozarks air pressing heavy against Ross Montgomery's skin as he made his rounds. His boots echoed on the boardwalk, each step a steady rhythm against the quiet night. The clouds swallowed the full moon, leaving the town in inky blackness.

The wind had been restless all evening, rising in strength, and earlier, a driving rain passed through, but it did nothing to squelch the heat. By the time Ross reached the crossroads, a squall roared in from the west, a solid wall of rain slamming into him with such force that it knocked him backward.

With a startled cry, Ross stumbled, his knee hitting the rough wooden planks. Pain exploded through his leg, and he grabbed for the nearest bench, gasping against the wind.

"Ross!" Andrew's voice barely carried over the storm as he sprinted toward him, hat flying from his head and tumbling down the street in a violent gale. He skidded to a stop, bending to help Ross to his feet.

Ross squinted through the rain, gripping Andrew's arm as he struggled upright. "Andrew! What are—"

Before he could finish, a piercing whistle ripped through the night, the eerie sound twisting with the wind.

"Storm's getting worse!" Andrew shouted. He slung Ross's arm over his shoulder, helping him limp toward the shelter of the bandstand. "I'm sounding the bell!"

The shriek of hooves against wet earth signaled the arrival of two riders. Zimri Utter and Zeke Laney pulled their horses to an abrupt stop, leaping from the saddles and staggering toward the men.

"Storm's gettin' bad, Andrew! Ring the bell, warn everyone!" Zim's deep voice was ragged against the howling wind as he secured the horses to the bandstand.

"I saw a twister forming down at the fork of the creek!" Zeke bellowed, his face tense with urgency. "Didn't touch down, but it's black as sin and twisting in the air! We need to get folks to safety now!"

Andrew didn't waste another second. He lunged for the bell tower, grabbed the thick rope, and yanked with all his strength. The sharp clang of the town bell cut through the chaos, ringing out in urgent warning.

The streets erupted with movement. Doors flung open, men rushed from buildings, voices shouted against the storm. Despite the wind's fierce force, families hurried toward their storm shelters, gripping children and guiding the elderly as the storm bore down on them.

Horace arrived, breathless, his clothes soaked through. "Andrew! I've got Caroline, Brady, and the baby in the shelter with Sue Ellen! What can I do?"

Before an answer came, another gust roared through the town, sending barrels and crates flying like kindling. Thunder cracked, a blinding bolt of lightning struck near the post office, the force sending a shower of sparks into the night.

"Take cover!" Ross shouted, reaching the opera house porch.

Then, just as suddenly as the storm had hit, the world fell into an eerie stillness. The wind died. The rain softened to a whisper. No insects buzzed; no leaves rustled. The air was thickened with silence.

The men stood frozen, watching the horizon. A jagged bolt of lightning illuminated the night sky, and there it was—

A monstrous black wall cloud, roiling and churning, bearing down on them like a living beast. Then came the roar, low and growing, twisting through the north side of town. Roofs ripped from buildings, shards of wood and debris spiraling into the darkness. The ground churned with the force, water pooling in low spots, the scent of drenched earth rising thick in the air.

Taking cover in the opera house, the men watched the storm blow away. The wind slowed. The rain eased to a steady drizzle. Andrew let out a long breath, barely above a whisper.  "Think it was a twister?"

Zimri ran a hand over the back of his neck, staring out into the dark street. "We'll tell at daybreak."

Horace turned his gaze to Ross, noticing the way he braced his weight on his injured knee. "You'd best let Elijah take a look at that."

Ross exhaled sharply and nodded.

"I'm going home to check on the family," Horace said, already heading for the door. "I'll see you all after a while. You coming, Andrew?"

Andrew nodded, falling into step beside him.

"Careful going back," Zim called. "No telling what debris is out there!"

Zeke straightened his coat. "I'll call an emergency meeting this afternoon."

As the men filed out into the night, the town stood in heavy silence. The storm had passed, but the damage, both to the land and the people, was yet to be seen. 

***

Elijah trudged through the downpour, his coat plastered to his body, rain blinding his eyes as he pressed forward. Thunder rumbled overhead, the earth trembled beneath his feet, as a wagon rattled past him, the driver urging his horses into the storm. He barely registered the sight, his thoughts consumed with one singular urgency—reaching Lillian's house and making sure the women were safe. Then he would head back home.

Reaching the porch, he pounded on the door before pushing it open. "Florence! Lillian! Sadie!" His voice rose over the storm's fury, his boots squeaking against the wooden floor.

A candle flickered to life in Lillian's downstairs room. Florence's eyes were wide with worry. "Oh, thank God you're here! Lige, Sadie's not in her room!"

The words hit him like a gunshot. "What?" His breath came hard and fast, his pulse hammering.

"She's gone!" Florence pointed toward the staircase, her voice breaking. "Where could she be?"

Maybe she went out for air, he thought, but doubt gnawed at him. She wouldn't go out in the storm. The unease crawled over him and turned to cold fear. He didn't have time to dwell on it. Pushing aside his terror, he helped Florence move Lillian into the wheeled chair, his hands shaking. The small space under the stairs would keep them safe. "Stay here. No matter what happens, don't come out until I get back!"

"Lige, please find her!" Florence's voice cracked, her hands clutching his sleeve.

Lillian, pale and frail in her bed, lifted her hand. "Bring her back, Lige."

"I will." Elijah shut the door, sealing them inside, then turned into the storm.

The wind howled, ripping through the trees and bending them low. The rain came in sheets, thick and blinding, but he still called out. "Sadie!" The wind stole her name from his lips, carrying it into the night.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the empty yard, the barn beyond it, the fields stretching into the dark. Nothing.

His chest tightened. Sadie wouldn't have left—not in the storm. He knew something was wrong.

As he ran down the hill toward the crossroads, he heard the bell pealing in the night and the men's shouts. Before he reached them, he watched the storm shift north, leaving a ghostly stillness in its wake. Watching his father and the others disperse, he had to get Andrew, Ross, and his father to form a search party.

Sadie was gone. And the terrible feeling in his gut told him she hadn't left willingly. Fear pressed him like a vice against his ribs. He had to find her. He would find her—no matter what it took.

 Chapter 20 

Elijah watched the storm churn its way northward, lightning splitting the sky in jagged veins of white fire. The wind howled through the trees, rattling branches and sending loose debris skittering across the ground like fallen leaves in a creek's current. He ducked instinctively as a tree limb snapped overhead and came crashing down, splintering against the earth.  Dodging the whipping winds, he stumbled into a shallow ditch near the Ford residence, pressing himself low until the worst of the storm passed.

When the winds quieted, he wasted no time, sprinting toward the crossroads where the men had gathered earlier, his boots sinking into the sodden earth. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs as he shouted their names, desperate to find anyone who could help him.

Through the murky darkness, Elijah spotted two figures breaking away from the dissipating crowd. He ran faster, his lungs burning. "Pa! Andrew!" His voice was raw with urgency. "Sadie's missing!"

Horace and Andrew turned at his cry, their faces illuminated briefly by a flickering lantern. Elijah's wild gestures and hoarse, breathless words sent a jolt of alarm through them. Horace caught his son by the arms, his grip firm. "Son, calm down! We'll find her, I promise! But we have to check on the women and children first. Once we know they're safe, we'll gather a search party!" 

Andrew agreed. "At first light, I'll sound the bell. We'll have every able-bodied man looking for her."

Elijah's stomach clenched like a fist. "Daybreak?" His voice cracked. "She could be hurt, Andrew! We can't wait that long! What if—" he swallowed, tears started in his eyes. "What if she's gone?"

Horace pulled him into a firm embrace, his voice steady and sure. "Lige, she's not gone. She may be hurt, but we will find her and you will take care of her, just like you always do." He pulled back, searching Elijah's face. "Let's be smart about this. The roads are dangerous, and it's too dark to see much of anything. We'll start fresh at first light."

Elijah wrenched away, shaking his head. "No, I can't wait. I'm going without you. If I'm not back soon, send help." He swiveled on his heels and went off into the black night.

At Lillian's house, Elijah freed Lillian and Florence and told them he was going to look for Sadie. Florence gave him a lantern, and he left, searching the perimeter of Lillian's fence line and circled back around to the road, but instead of heading back toward town, he decided to go west.

The storm had left the landscape a tangled mess of downed trees and wide pools of mud, slowing his progress. Following the road, his pace was slow as he called to Sadie, hoping that she was hiding somewhere and would hear him. We must have walked for a couple of miles when he noticed wagon ruts in the muddy road. Holding the lantern high, he saw the overturned wagon lying on its side. The memory of a passing wagon earlier that evening flashed through his mind.

Elijah's breath hitched when the lantern cast light over the wreckage. And there—sticking out from beneath the wreckage—was a man's leg. 

Elijah rushed forward, dropping to his knees in the slick mud beside Riley O'Flannery. The man's face, pale and contorted in pain, was skyward, rain glistening on his lifeless features. Elijah pressed two fingers against Riley's neck. No pulse. The man was gone.

For a moment, Elijah's mind reeled. Why had Riley been heading west? Was he heading to Kansas? A sickening wave of panic coiled in his gut. Was he taking Sadie with him?

Lightning lit the sky, the last fingers of a terrible storm. He scrambled to his feet, raising the lantern high and scanning the area. "Sadie!" His voice rang out over the rain-dampened fields. "Sadie, where are you?"

The wind had died down, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake. Then in the dim glow of his lantern, he spotted it—a small, crumpled form near the wagon bed, half-covered by a tarp. His heart pounded.

"Sadie!"

He ran, dropping to his knees and yanking the tarp away. There she was, her face streaked with dirt, her eyes wild with fear. Her mouth was gagged, her arms bound.

A choked sound escaped Elijah as he fumbled with the ropes, his hand shaking. "Oh, my sweet girl," he whispered, pulling the gag free.

Sadie gasped, her first breath ragged and desperate. "Elijah!" Tears spilled down her cheeks as she tried to speak, but her lips trembled too violently.

"Shh, I've got you," he murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. He worked quickly, undoing the binds that held her wrists. The moment she was free, she collapsed sobbing against his chest.

Elijah's arms came around her, holding her tightly. "Are you hurt?" His voice was raw, barely more than a breath. He pulled back to examine her, his lantern casting shifting light over her shivering form. Her nightgown was torn and soaked through, clinging to her trembling frame; her bare feet were muddy.

"My hips and my head," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Oh, Elijah, he took me from Lillian's! He was taking me to Kansas!"

Elijah stiffened. A fresh wave of rage surged through him, but he forced it down. Sadie needed comfort, not fury.

"Oh, dear God," he breathed, tightening his hold on her.

Sadie's eyes darted around the darkness. "Wh-where is he?" Her voice was barely audible, laced with panic. "Don't let him get me again—please!"

"Shh, darling, it's over." He cupped her face, pressing his forehead to hers. "He's gone. He won't ever hurt you again."

Relief flooded through her, and she sagged against him, her body weak. Exhausted. Elijah lifted her gently, his arms strong beneath her.

"Let's get you home," he murmured. "I'll take care of you."

Sadie nodded against his chest, her fingers curling weakly into his shirt. She clung to him as he carried her toward the warm glow of Lillian's house, the lantern swinging in his grip, guiding them through the darkness.

***

At daybreak, Andrew called for an emergency meeting at noon, urging the community to assess the damage the storm had inflicted across town and beyond. By midday, as people gathered at the crossroads, reports streamed in. Roofs had been torn from homes and outbuildings, barns lay in splintered heaps, and the worst destruction had struck to the north, where the storm twisted its way through the countryside. Yet, by some mercy, the downtown area had been spared. At the crossroads, only scattered leaves, broken branches, and rain-soaked earth bore evidence of the tempest's wrath.

 "We'll be cleaning up for days," Zeke Laney declared to the crowd. "But if we all pitch in, we'll set things right soon enough. If anyone needs help, just let us know." With that, he dismissed the gathering, and folks returned to their homes, determined to rebuild what had been lost.

By one o'clock, a small gathering convened at the Brownstone home. Seated around the grand table were Horace's aunts—Sarah Ann, Florence, and Lillian—along with Zimri, Ross, and Abby, Elijah and Sadie, Andrew and Caroline, Zeke and Laura Laney, and Lyle Dabbs. The air hummed with conversation and the comforting aroma of roasted chicken and ham sandwiches, warm potato salad, baked beans, and rich chocolate cake. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting soft patterns on the polished wood floor, and the clinking of glasses and silverware underscored the quiet gratitude shared among them. 

Horace, standing at the head of the table, tapped his glass, signaling for silence. As the voices hushed, he gazed around his eyes lingering on each familiar face. "I wanted to bring you all together today to give thanks. Last night's storm was fierce, but by God's mercy, we were spared the worst of it. And though we mourn the loss of a life. I am especially grateful that Sadie is here with us today, alive and well."

A round of clapping followed, and all eyes turned to Sadie, who sat beside Elijah, her face bright with both humility and gratitude.

Horace drew a steadying breath before continuing. "Sadie, there's something I need to tell you, something long overdue. The time has come for the truth." A hush fell over the room. "I was the one who paid for your education. I gave the money to Aunt Florence and asked her to see that you had what you needed."

Gasps rippled through the gathering. Sadie's breath hitched, and she turned wide eyes to Florence, who gave her a small, knowing nod.

Horace raised a hand for silence. "You see, I saw how much you meant to my son. From the moment we left the orphanage, Elijah never stopped talking about you." A rumble of laughter spread around the table, and Elijah dipped his head, cheeks tinged with pink.

"I prayed that the Lord would guide your steps, Sadie, and He did. You became a teacher, and when Aunt Lillian decided to retire, everything fell into place. Florence wished to move closer to family, and she brought you with her. I had faith that once you and Elijah crossed paths again, that spark would reignite. And, well..." He spread his hands, smiling. "Here we are."

Sadie felt warmth creep up her neck, and beside her, Elijah reached for her hand beneath the table. And it worked, Father," he said. "I love Sadie with all my heart."

Cheers erupted, echoing off the high ceilings.

Horace lifted a hand once more, this time his expression sobering. "Now, I must address something else. Matters that need to be set right." His gaze settled first on his wife, then Caroline, then Abby. "Zeke and Lyle are here representing the school board. We have learned that Abby placed the barbed wire on the playground that Sadie got tangled in, and Caroline took Sadie's notes and lesson plans. And the cricket sabotage at Founder's Day—Caroline, you enlisted Brady to gather them, did you not? This was all orchestrated by my wife."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Horace continued, his tone firm. "Zeke, Lyle, you cannot speak for the board without a formal vote, but I ask that you take this information back and decide how to proceed. If there are charges, but they are dropped, I suggest these women serve the community to make amends."

Sue Ellen rose, her hands trembling as she smoothed the front of her dress. "Sadie," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "I am truly sorry. I see now the pain I have caused you, and I regret every bit of it. I beg your forgiveness, and I promise to spend the rest of my days making it up to you." She looked at Caroline and Abby. "And, girls, I'm sorry for involving you. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me."

Sue Ellen stepped forward and, with tears slipping down her cheeks, clasped Sadie's hands before drawing her into a fierce embrace. When she returned to her seat, Abby rose next, offering a solemn nod. "Sadie, I, too, am sorry. I never meant to cause real harm. I hope that in time you can forgive me."

Caroline was the last to stand. She turned to Sadie, tears glistening in her eyes. "I regret it all, Sadie. The way I treated you in Indiana, the way I let jealousy cloud my judgment. I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I hope one day to earn your trust. My son, Brady, needs speech therapy…and I am hoping, maybe, you could help him."

Sadie swallowed hard, overwhelmed by the raw emotion before her. She searched their faces—Sue Ellen's, Abby's, and Caroline's—and saw sincerity where once there had been deceit. With a steadying breath, she nodded. "I accept your apologies. And I'll do my best to trust that your words are true."

A murmur of relief swept through the room. Then Elijah stood, his voice carrying firm authority. "I am glad for your apologies, but let me be clear. I won't tolerate any further harm coming to Sadie. Promises have been made today, and I expect them to be kept."

Horace, pride all over his face, gave his son a nod. "Well said. And now, let's eat."

Laughter and cheerful chatter filled the space as plates were passed and drinks poured. But before anyone could take a bite, Elijah suddenly stood once more, lifting a hand. Silence fell. Since we are all gathered here, I want you to witness this. With steady fingers, he reached into his pocket, then dropped to one knee before Sadie. 

Gasps and delighted whispers swept the table.

"Sadie Danley," he said, his voice filled with reverence, "I love you. And I want everyone to know how I feel about you. Will you marry me and make me the happiest doctor in all of Brooming County?"

The box in his hand sprang open, revealing a breathtaking ruby ring, its small diamonds encircling the infinity symbol. But what caught Sadie's breath was the red paper heart wrapped around it—the very same heart she had given him all those years ago.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a matching red heart. "You gave me this one," she whispered, holding it up. "I've carried it all these years, hoping for true love and a family of my own -- from you." She took a breath, joy illuminating her face. "Yes, Elijah! Yes, I'll marry you for you are my tomorrow!"

The room erupted in cheers. Love and laughter swirling through the air, mingling with the scent of warm food and fresh beginnings. As the guests celebrated, the promise of a new tomorrow—one built on love, forgiveness, and faith—settled over them like a gentle, healing wind.  

 EPILOGUE 

October 1899, Rocky Corners, Missouri

The late October afternoon sun poured over the cemetery in golden light, casting long shadows over the headstones, particularly Lillian Lamberson's newly erected one. The breeze had turned chilly now with the changing of the seasons, carrying the scent of damp earth mingled with the falling leaves, and the distant cry of a mourning dove echoing across the hills.

Sadie stood before Lillian's grave, cradling her infant son in her arms. She arrived a few minutes early to spend alone time with the woman who had taught her so much in such a short time. The baby cooed softly, his tiny fingers curling around a loose thread on her shawl. The carved name on the headstone was still sharp, a fresh reminder of the loss they had all felt, yet there was a warmth in Sadie's heart—Lillian's love had not faded, only changed form.

Sadie's thoughts turned to the day that she first arrived in Rocky Corners with Florence and met Lillian and Sarah Ann. The three sisters were now one less, and a sadness tugged at her heart. She had fond memories of the three women who had taught her to believe in herself, have hope for the future, and to fight for what she knew was right.

Elijah joined her, his hand resting at the small of her back, offering silent strength. "I finished up with Tommy Burnett's doctor appointment. He and his mother are thrilled that he's now at his expected weight. Kate sends her regards to you for helping him slim down."

Sadie smiled at him. "I'm thrilled to know my exercise routines have worked, and I'm quite sure that Tommy and Kate will be able to keep him at a steady weight from now on. And he is the captain of the basketball team! He's come out of his shell and has made many friends at school."

Elijah reached for his son. "Come here, John Bennett Rex Brownstone." Sadie placed the baby in his strong arms. Elijah kissed the boy's tiny forehead and hugged him closely. His large hands, so skilled in healing, cradled the fragile warmth of their child, a silent promise in every gentle touch. To Sadie, he said, "You've given me a great gift, my love. One I could never have thought was possible!" His medical practice was thriving in Rocky Corners, and though he had once feared marriage would be a cage, he now knew love had set him free.

At that moment, Florence, Sarah Ann, and Zimri arrived. Tears wet their bereaved faces, but they stood proud and tall as they honored their loving sister. Zim held a shovel, and Sarah Ann held a bag full of Iris rhizomes that she would plant after the ceremony at Lillian's headstone.

Florence strode forward carrying a cloth bag. She reached in and drew out a quart jar of dill pickles and set it near the headstone, then stepped back to join her sister. Everyone smiled at her simple gift, a gift to honor Lillian's participation in the annual pickle contest at the Rocky Corner's Founder's Day Picnic.

A rustle of skirts signaled Sue Ellen's approach. There was something softer about her now; the sharp edges of her once rigid posture eased with time and forgiveness. Horace followed behind, his walking cane making soft prints on the ground. Pausing at the entrance, his gaze swept over the gathering of family and friends. His heart swelled—not just with grief for Lillian, but with a quiet satisfaction. The seeds he had planted, the choices he had made in secret, had flourished into something far greater than he'd ever hoped. He stopped and gazed at his grandson, adoration lighting his lined face.

Horace let his gaze linger on his son, holding his grandson with such reverence. Elijah, the boy who had once wanted nothing to do with love, now stood bathed in it. And Sadie—she had been meant to be part of their family all along. Horace tightened his grip on his cane, not out of pain, but to steady the rush of emotion welling in his chest. His plan, all those years ago, had not been in vain.

This was a hard day for Hoace Brownstone. Lillian had been more than an aunt; she had been a steadfast presence, a guiding force through the years. He could still hear her voice, offering wisdom with that sharp wit of hers, always knowing more than she let on. He wished he'd told her more often how much he'd appreciated her, but perhaps she had known. Lillian always knew things.

Sue Ellen watched Elijah and Sadie with John and silently thanked God for a second chance at love. She came close to Elijah, "Aunt Lillian would have loved to see little John," she murmured. She gazed at her grandson with loving affection. Her fingers, once stiff with propriety, now trembled with an unfamiliar tenderness as she brushed them over John's tiny hand. The walls she'd built around her heart had crumbled, leaving only love in their place.

She winked at Sadie. Pride laced her heart because she had stepped up to help Sadie with the housework and cooking when she was heavy in her pregnancy. She humbly admitted to Horace that she never imagined she'd find such joy in being close to Sadie.

Guests began to arrive for the memorial. Andrew led Brady by the hand as Caroline pushed the baby carriage. Caroline knelt, placing a bouquet of sunflowers beside the grave, her fingers lingering on the velvet yellow petals. "Lillian always liked these," she said, meeting Sadie's gaze. There was no resentment in her voice, only remembrance. She and Sadie's relationship had grown close as Sadie worked with Brady's speech, and Rosie had bonded quickly with Aunt Sadie.

Abby, standing between Sadie and Caroline, now considered herself a part of the community, and she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. She reached for Sadie's hand. "I'll help you take care of this place, if you want," she said shyly. Her left hand rested on her rounded belly, the result of her and Ross's marriage a few months ago. "Ross can't make it; he's moving cattle down at the creek, but he sends his love."

Sadie blinked back the sting of tears and squeezed Abby's hand. "I'd like your help. Please tell Ross I'll cook a roast, potatoes, and carrots for him soon."

Abby blushed deeply. "I finally peeled the potatoes without peeling them away!" She shared a chuckle with Sadie and was happy that their friendship had changed and grown into a special bond.

The wind stirred the cool breeze again, sending a scattering of petals across the dried grass. More people gathered together, laying bouquets on Lillian's resting place. Elijah checked his pocket watch and nodded to Sadie. "It's time, Sweetheart."

Sadie stepped to the head of Lillian's marble headstone and glanced around at the gathering. She fought back the hot tears threatening to explode from her eyes, but one escaped. When she looked at Florence and Sarah Ann, they winked at her and smiled, giving her a jolt of support and approval.

As Sadie spoke each word, it bolstered her confidence. Her words were comforting and happy, but laced with grief and sadness. "Lillian Bronson Lamberson passed away from this earth into eternal rest a year ago. It is with great love and respect that we meet here today to remember how she touched all of our lives."

Sadie spoke briefly, then several shared their fondness for the old schoolteacher who was a cornerstone of the community. As they stood together, Sadie felt a deep sense of peace. They had all come through their own storms, and though grief still lingered, love had woven its way through the cracks, binding them together in ways she never could have imagined.

The sun was lowering in the western sky, casting a glow over Lillian's resting place. October's autumn wind turned chillier. One by one, people left the cemetery. Sadie looked down at her son, tracing a finger over the soft curve of his cheek. "We'll make sure you know all about Ms. Lillian," she whispered.

Elijah leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. In a hushed voice like a prayer, he replied, "And about how love, real love, always finds a way."

As the wind carried the last whispers of the ceremony across the hillside, Horace remained behind a moment longer. He touched the top of his cane to Lillian's headstone, a silent farewell, a quiet thank you. Then, with one last glance at his family, he turned toward home, his heart lighter than it had been in years.

Walking together, Sadie pulled the red paper heart from her pocket and released it to the wind, whispering a silent goodbye to Lillian as if sending a final message of thanks. She and Elijah made their way home with the hope of tomorrow in their hearts.

THE END