Laura and her pastor-husband have five children and a hyper dog named Skye. They currently live in Arkansas. One son is in the U.S. Coast Guard. She is a pastor’s wife, and homeschools her two youngest children.
When she’s not writing, Laura enjoys reading, and visiting lighthouses and waterfalls. Her favorite season is winter, her favorite holiday is Christmas.
Susanna King paused midway through the door to the kitchen and stared at the single, long-stemmed red rose, artfully arranged with baby’s breath and a green fern-type plant, sitting in the middle of the table.
She’d been the last one to bed the previous nacht. She’d stayed up late reading A White Christmas in Webster County and had trailed Daed upstairs over an hour after he’d gone.
There’d been no rose, red or otherwise, on the table then, for sure and certain.
With trembling fingers, she set the lit lantern on the table and touched a soft red petal. She pulled the white envelope free from the long plastic card holder. Susanna was written on it in a neat, block print.
Her breath quickened and she looked around, hoping for some clue to who had been in the unlocked haus.
Nothing. Not even a footprint left on the recently swept and scrubbed floor.
She carefully lifted the flap and pulled the card free. White, with a red rose on the left side. “With love” was printed in gold script on the upper right corner.
And in the same block print as on the envelope, the words, “I have loved you with an everlasting love. (Jeremiah 31:3) Always, Your Secret Admirer.”
If only she could take this card, march out to Daed’s glass-blowing shop, and confront Benaiah with what she wanted to be true. Proof he was her secret admirer.
But it wasn’t possible. He hadn’t even arrived at work yet. And she knew his handwriting. He’d written her several notes during the too-short time they’d courted last year, and it didn’t in any way resemble this.
Didn’t he know how much it hurt to see him every day when he came to work for Daed? He’d shattered her heart with his breakup, and she guessed, from the sheen of tears in his eyes, it hadn’t been any easier for him.
But his resolve stood. Ten months ago, his parents died, and with them the planned wedding. He couldn’t--wouldn’t—ask her to step in and raise his younger sisters or take care of his Großeltern. He hadn’t asked. Didn’t he know she would’ve gladly--gladly--volunteered?
She’d stopped short of trying to convince him though. He wouldn’t have listened and she wouldn’t resort to begging. It was better to let it end with a semblance of dignity.
Dreams should make noise when they died a violent death. A loud scream, a cry of pain, and a shattering similar to the breaking of glass would’ve been appropriate. They shouldn’t be taken from you silently, without warning.
She blinked, hoping to clear her blurry vision, and slid the card back into the envelope. This would be placed with her collection of cherished treasures from her unknown lover. Even if it they weren’t from Benaiah. Someone loved her, but she worried she might be cheating on Benaiah by accepting the gifts. Not that she could return them even if she wanted to because his identity was still a secret. She slid the card into her pocket for now. She needed to start breakfast.
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