IN The Amish Faith Through Their Quilts
Six months, six days, three hours since she’d left him. Matt leaned away from his computer at the sheriff’s department and rubbed his eyes. Every spare moment when he wasn’t working, he searched for Hannah, but she’d vanished without a ripple. How could she have disappeared so completely? She hadn’t appeared on any TV shows or been featured in any magazines. Her publisher wouldn’t divulge her address. Even with his contacts, he’d been stymied.
Angie knew where she’d gone, but she wouldn’t tell him. Meanwhile, her daughter was growing up without her mother. And he longed to see Hannah’s face. Grabbing his winter coat, he stepped out into a driving snowstorm. The weatherman was talking about the worst blizzard in Indiana since 1978, and the storm had already dropped six inches of snow, with another eight to ten inches forecast.
It was a good night for staying in and eating popcorn with Caitlin, but he wanted to drive to Milwaukee and force Angie to divulge Hannah’s whereabouts. He managed to uncover his car and drove slowly through the clogged streets to his house. The snow in his shoes melted, freezing his feet by the time he got home. He let himself into the house and heard Gina’s voice on the phone.
“Oh, Hannah, it’s so good to hear from you,” she said. “Caitlin is doing well. She started kindergarten, and she’s reading already.” She fell silent while she listened. “I’ll e-mail you the picture from school. She’s probably grown two inches since you’ve seen her.”
Gina had kept this from Matt. He’d had no idea she was still in contact with Hannah. He stayed where he was, listening quietly for any clue, but nothing Gina said gave away any possible location.
When she hung up the phone and turned around, she stopped and put her hand to her throat. “Matt, you scared me.”
“Have you been in touch with her ever since she left?” He stepped closer, and she backed away.
“Look, she didn’t want you to know, okay?”
“Where is she, Gina? I have to find her.” He grabbed the phone from her and checked the caller ID, but the call had come in as unknown.
“She doesn’t want to be found. And maybe she’s right. The doctors said you were a goner. They were shocked when you made the turnaround the day she left.”
“God doesn’t make deals.” He turned and headed back to the office. “Show me her e-mails.”
“Matt, don’t do this. Marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be anyway.”
He stopped and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t let your views about marriage keep me from being happy. I’m not Blake. I love Hannah, and I’m going to find her. Caitlin needs her too.”
Her cheeks paled. “Do you blame me for being bitter? He was a thief as well as an adulterer.”
“You have your health. Me, your friends. You’ve still got good things in your life if you’ll just accept them. Don’t you want me to be happy, Gina? Are you afraid I won’t need you if I’m married, that I’ll toss you out of the house or something?”
The color came rushing back. “That’s a mean thing to say.”
“Then help me find her.” He released her and stomped off to sit in front of the computer.
Gina followed more slowly. “I’ve saved her e-mails.” She went to the Gmail sign-in screen and showed him the messages. “I’m going to go check on supper.”
He began to read through them. Hannah’s e-mails were so much like her: caring and thoughtful. She often asked how Gina was dealing with her divorce and advised her about taking care of herself. Her concern showed through every message. He ached to see her, to touch her hair. How could she have left him like that? Didn’t she realize how much he needed her— how Caitlin needed her?
He opened the next message and began to read. She mentioned a festival going on called Swiss Days. He checked the date and opened another Google screen. Bingo. It was held in Berne, Indiana, last July. He called up MapQuest and checked the distance—185 miles. A little over three hours in good weather. It was six o’clock. Surely he could be there by midnight, even with the storm. The highway crews would be out plowing the roads, and besides, he could take his four-wheel-drive with the blade on the front.
He checked stats about Berne. The population was only a little over four thousand. All he’d have to do is show her picture around town. Small towns could be protective of their own, but he wasn’t above flashing his badge if necessary. He went down the hall to his bedroom and packed his bag, then carried it to the hall.
Ajax whined from his spot on the rug when he saw the suitcase. The dog stood and stretched and padded over to nuzzle Matt’s hand.
Gina’s gaze went to the suitcase in his hand as well. “Where are you going?”
“Berne. That’s where she is. I’m going to camp out at the McDonald’s. She loves their coffee. I’ll find her.”
“You’ll be driving all night. Why not head up tomorrow morning?”
“We may be snowed in by morning.”
“You may get stuck out on the road tonight.”
“The worst of it isn’t supposed to hit until after midnight. I want to go now. I’ve wasted enough time without her.”
Caitlin came from the kitchen. “Are you going somewhere, Daddy? Can I go?” She ran to hang on to his leg.
Matt started to stay no, then caught himself. Why not? He could use all the ammunition he could get. Even if Hannah refused to marry him, their daughter needed to have a relationship with her. Now that he knew where she was, he could make sure Caitlin understood how much Hannah loved them both.
“Go pack your things,” he told her. “Take enough for a week.”
“Where are we going?”
“To bring your new mommy home.”
Caitlin’s eyes widened. “Yes!” She ran back to her room.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Gina asked.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“I’d better go help her, then.”
Matt glanced at his watch. In only hours, he’d look into Hannah’s beautiful eyes again.
THE SNOW CAME nearly to Hannah’s knees. The cold wetness soaking her legs nearly took her breath away on the north wind. Carefully tucking the locket that held a picture of Matt and Caitlin inside her parka, she zipped it clear up to her neck and put on her gloves. She opened the trunk and removed the shovel, then made a path to the door of her office. Though it wasn’t likely anyone would come out in the weather until the plows came through, she wanted to be ready if she was needed. The battered women’s shelter needed to be welcoming no matter what was going on elsewhere. She’d only made it to work because her apartment was over the office.
It took nearly an hour to uncover the walk to the office. She backtracked to the car to put the shovel away. Standing at the trunk of her car, she watched a big four-wheel-drive truck with a blade on the front approach. The driver was probably going to bury her car with the drifts he was plowing. A large drift barred his way. He backed up, then came at it twice before parting it. Snow blew over the hood of the vehicle.
She stepped off the road and onto the walk. She thought she heard someone call, “Hannah!” but she had to be wrong. People here thought her name was Sonya Fearnow. The wind picked up, and she stuck her hands in her pockets and hurried toward her office door. The shout came again, and this time there was no mistaking the word.
She turned to see the big truck pulling to a stop in the middle of the snow-clogged main street. A man leaped out, then lifted a little girl in his arms. A dog leaped from the truck and began to bark. The man stumbled through the snow toward the walk. Hannah drank in the sight of Matt in his heavy coat and Caitlin in her pink parka and boots. She’d hungered to see them both, to hear their voices.