Noah flanked Hannah’s other side, his hand on her arm as well. She felt as though she were being dragged to the gallows. Something broke in Hannah. She dug her heels into the soft earth that had received the earthly remains of her family. “No, I won’t,” she said, her voice rising above the shriek of the wind. She tore herself free from their grips.
A flash of light caught her eye, and she saw a sheriff’s car pull to a stop on the soft shoulder of the dirt road. Reece got out of the driver’s side. He saw her and jogged to meet her. “Are you okay?”
Luca moved toward her again as Hannah shrank against Reece. “Come, Hannah. It must be done.”
Reece’s strong arm came around her. “Don’t touch her. She doesn’t want to go with you.”
“Please stay out of this, Deputy. It’s something Hannah must do for her own good.” Luca attempted again to tug her away from Reece.
Reece’s other arm came up, and he tore Luca’s hand away from Hannah’s arm. “She’s free to go if she wants, Mr. Schwartz, but I won’t have her forced. Hannah, do you want to go with him?”
“No!” She burrowed closer against Reece’s barrel chest.
“You heard the lady.” Reece turned away with his arm still around her and moved her away from Luca. Only Hannah saw his smile.
If she had to talk to Ellen, she would babble out her own guilt. She couldn’t forgive the Long family any more easily than she could forgive herself. They were all in this together, if everyone just knew the truth.
Reece moved her away from the rest of the group. “You’re still shaking. What did he want?”
Hannah couldn’t talk about it. She couldn’t face what she’d become. Inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne, she knew he would rescue her. She had to be brave enough to let him. “I’ll marry you,” she gasped. “But we must go now, quickly, before they can stop us.”
Reece’s hands tightened on her shoulders. “Are you sure, honey? There’s no going back.”
“I’m sure.” She’d chosen her course. God had rejected her. She was anathema.
FOUR
“Someday you’ll marry a good man, Hannah. Trust him and submit to him.”
PATRICIA SCHWARTZ
The new clothes Reece had insisted on buying Hannah were alien, strange to her skin. The skirt just touched her knees, and her arms were bare for the first time other then when she bathed. She tugged on the V-neck of the blouse and wished for a shawl in the dimly lit Market Street Grill. Trains chugged around the bar, but she kept her gaze averted. Bars were where the devil and his crowd hung out. Why would her new husband bring her here? Wabash. She’d never been farther than Nyesville.
She stared out the window. The trees hadn’t leafed out yet, and the small downtown looked as barren as she felt with Englisch all around her. The breaded pork tenderloin sandwich in front of her nearly covered her plate, and she had only managed a few bites.
This wasn’t the way she’d pictured her wedding day. It was supposed to be on a Tuesday, with a church service followed by a daylong celebration of food and fellowship. She should be wearing a blue dress and black kapp. Even the food they’d eaten today was alien. There was no chicken and stuffing with lots of celery, no creamed celery. All the extra celery seed Mamm had saved to plant in the garden this year for her wedding would go to waste.
She chewed food she couldn’t taste and sipped chlorinated water. She glanced down at the golden band on her hand. She was a married woman. No, more than that, a married Englisch woman. Even during her rumspringa, her running around time, she’d never been tempted to desert her faith. Yet here she was.
“Pretty ring, isn’t it?” Reece said, reaching over to squeeze her hand.
“Never have I worn jewelry,” she said. Reece beamed proudly until she added, “It feels very strange. And sinful.”
His smile faded. “Finish your dinner, honey.”
He sounded as tired as she felt. She picked up the sandwich and tried to chew another bite. All she really wanted was to flee the place, run back to the comfort of her family. But they were dead, all dead. Her duty was to obey her husband, to love him and be as good a wife as her mother had been.
He smiled at her. “We’ll have a good life, Hannah. I’ve already found a job here in Wabash. Our apartment is across the street. It’s just been renovated, and I think you’ll like it.”
“Downtown? Not in the country?” She’d rarely even been to town, and the constant hubbub of cars disoriented her.
“Do you always mean to question me, Hannah? I know you don’t like to be told what to do, but I’m your husband. We’ll be happier if you follow my leadership. This is a strange world to you, but I know what’s best for us.”
“No, no, I’m sorry. Of course you do.” She was doing this all wrong. “You are my husband. I always plan to obey you. But so many things are foreign to me. Be patient, please, Reece.” Her rebellion was what had killed her parents. She needed to be more submissive.
His gaze softened. “You’ll learn everything, sweetheart.” He gestured at her plate. “It’s obvious the food is not to your liking. Let’s go see our new home.”
She stood so hastily she nearly knocked over the chair. Staggering a little in the unfamiliar heels, she held on to his arm all the way out to the curb. Quaint Victorian buildings lined the street. Knowing the name of the town—Wabash—made her feel still connected to her roots in the Wabash Valley three hours west of here. Dodging the cars coming down the one way street, he helped her across to the other side. She stepped onto the curb beside the stone elephants.
He led her to the left to a set of glass doors.
He stopped to dig in his pocket. “I’ve already got the key.”
She went past him through a large glass door at the end of a store called Modoc’s. Inside, the entry was spacious, and a wide staircase ascended to the next floor. The Victorian woodwork looked freshly refinished. “I like this,” she said.
“Finally, something meets the approval of the princess.” He was smiling, but there was an edge to his tone.
She tried to push away the hurt as she hurried up the majestic stairway. It would take time for them to adjust to one another. They were practically strangers, even taking into account their snatched moments together. It was the pressure of the past few days that had changed things. Once they settled in, he would be the sweet Reece with whom she’d fallen in love.
Reece caught up with her at the top of the steps and pointed to a doorway on the right. He unlocked it and swung it open for her to enter. She glanced around and smiled. “The sitting room is small, but it’s cozy.”
“Living room,” he corrected. “You need to start getting the terminology right.”
“Living room.” She walked through the furnished space to the tiny kitchen. No window at all, but she kept a smile on her face. “It’s all new.”
“So’s the bathroom.” He showed her the miniscule bathroom just past the kitchen.
She spied another small room off the hall. “A nursery!”
He frowned. “A computer room. Let’s get one thing straight right now. I don’t want any kids, hon.”
Her smile faltered. “Oh, Reece, you don’t mean it. I want lots of babies.”
“I’m serious. If you get pregnant, you can have an abortion.”
Her limbs turned to ice. “It would be a mortal sin. That’s taking a life.”
“That’s a matter of opinion. Enough about sin, Hannah. I’m sick of hearing the word. We don’t need children. All we need is you and me, happy together.”
“Why don’t you want babies, Reece?” She edged closer. “They bring so much joy to a house.”
His expression turned stony. “I was a foster kid with nothing that was sacred, nothing that belonged to me. I was always the last person anyone cared about. I knew someday I’d find a woman who would love me only. Aren’t I enough for you, Hannah?” His gaze searched hers.
“Of course you are, Reece!” She cupped his cheek in her palm. “I love you. We won’t talk about it now.”
“I won’t change my mind, hon.” He turned his head and kissed her palm. “But we’ll have a good life without kids.” His smile turned tender. “Let me show you the bedroom.”