A Kingsbury Collection

by Karen Kingsbury

  Jordan Riley.

  Was his return some part of God’s plan? Faith thought about that and decided it could be. After all, they were both still single and whatever attraction had been there for them as kids had obviously lasted over the years. She sighed and tried to imagine what might have happened if Jordan hadn’t disappeared for sixteen years of her life. There would have been no Mike Dillan to forget about, no broken heart.

  What had she been thinking to date a man such as Mike Dillan anyway? Faith sighed and crossed her legs, enjoying the way the sun felt on her shoulders. Becoming Mike’s girlfriend wasn’t something she’d planned; it had just sort of happened. Faith hadn’t let herself remember that time in her life for years, but now, watching Rosa play with her new friends, still basking in the memory of Jordan’s kiss from the night before, Faith felt herself drifting back.

  For years after Jordan left, Faith waited for him, asking her parents where he lived and imagining ways she might find him again. Through junior high and even high school she never had a boyfriend, because every time one of her peers was interested she compared him to Jordan. Someday she’d tell herself, someday God will bring us back together. It was a sentiment she wrote in her journals and carried with her straight into college.

  Her four years at Penn State were a blur of busyness and activities led by her involvement with the school newspaper and broadcast department. There was little time for boyfriends, but every now and then she’d spend a weekend at home and wind up at Jericho Park, on the bench near the Jesus statue where she and Jordan had spent their last days together. Where is he, Lord? She’d let her imagination run wild. Maybe he’d moved on to another state or another country … maybe he’d gone to college and was spending all his free time trying to find her. Wherever he was, he wasn’t in Bethany, and the chance that Faith would ever see him again was practically nonexistent.

  Faith stared at the Jesus statue now and tried to remember herself as she’d been back then, a senior in college, working as a broadcast intern for a small student-run station not far from campus. She’d been too busy to do much more than keep to her schedule and once in a rare while think about Jordan and what might have been.

  Mike had come into the picture two years later when her internship led to a full-time sports reporting position at the Philadelphia CBS affiliate. Mike was a tight end with the Eagles, and from the first day Faith was assigned to do sidebar stories on the team, he’d made his presence known.

  He had come up to her after the game, when her interviews were over and she was making her way to the car. “Hey, gorgeous.”

  Faith remembered not being sure how to answer him. He was good-looking, but she was on the job and determined not to date players. She wound up waving to him as though she hadn’t heard his comment, relieved when he waved back but went his own way. Good … keep him far away from me, Lord … pro athletes are nothing but trouble.

  That had been only the beginning. As she got to know the personalities on the team better she learned that Mike was a devoted Christian who gave both his time and money to local charities and churches. After her first five weeks covering the team, he began asking her out.

  She would smile and change the subject, sticking to her professional list of questions and assignment objectives. “I don’t date players.”

  “I’m not a player,” he’d grin at her. “Players hang out with different girls every week. I’m a professional athlete, and you’re a professional reporter.… ”

  His relentless pursuit of her chipped away at her resistance with one fine-sounding argument after another.

  One sunny afternoon before practice, it was: “What are you afraid of, Faith? I don’t bite.”

  Or after a game, when the locker room had cleared: “Why won’t you go out with me? I think we have a lot in common.”

  And in the parking lot a week later: “We’re adults, Faith. When are you going to take me seriously?”

  After a month of saying no, Faith finally agreed to have dinner with him following a home game. They went to a little-known Italian restaurant, and six weeks later, Faith had fallen hard for him. They became expert at keeping their relationship a secret, sure that it would cast a questionable light on Faiths reporting if word got out.

  Faith squinted and let her gaze settle on Rosa, enjoying the way she laughed and ran as she played tag with her two new friends. If only things hadn’t gotten so serious between Mike and her. She would have been okay with a casual friendship, a dating situation with long-term potential. Instead, on their first-year anniversary they went to the same Italian restaurant and Mike tenderly took her hands in his.

  “Faith, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” There had been unshed tears in his eyes, tears that at the time seemed utterly genuine. He let go with one hand and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a velvet box. As though he’d practiced for the moment, he opened it in a single move. There inside lay a diamond ring bigger than any Faith had ever seen. “Marry me, Faith.”

  The memory faded, and she gritted her teeth, noticing that her hands were clenched. Even now, when she was glad for not having made the mistake of marrying him, the anger and hurt he’d caused her still lay in the open places of her heart. If only she’d seen it coming back then.

  Rosa caught her gaze and waved at her. “Hi, Faith!”

  Faith’s love for the child made her heart swell. “Hi, sweetie!”

  Confident that Faith was there for her, watching her, Rosa returned to her play. Faith glanced down at her hands, remembering how she’d gone home a week after Mike proposed and shown the diamond ring to her parents. They’d met Mike by then, and though her mother was thrilled with the idea of their engagement, her father had been wary.

  “Something about him doesn’t ring true.” Her father had stroked his beard thoughtfully. “I can’t put my finger on it, but it makes me worried for you, Faith. I have to be honest.”

  She’d only given her father a teasing smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. “Would any man ever be good enough, Daddy?”

  There was just one aspect of their relationship that caused Faith any private doubt. Mike hadn’t wanted to set a wedding date. She could still hear his weak excuses. “I need to focus on my career right now, Faith. It’d be impossible to be married and keep up my performance as an athlete.” He’d weave his fingers through her hair and pull her close, kissing her. “You understand, right?”

  And she had. After all, he’d been a perfect gentleman, respecting her determination to stay pure, at least respecting it until his marriage offer. Faith had her own apartment, and certainly they’d had their moments of temptation, but always he found his way to the front door before midnight and without putting any pressure on her. They prayed together, attended church together, and talked of having a godly marriage, one that the Lord Himself would bless for all time.

  Faith uttered a sad laugh.

  In the end, her father’s doubts had been more genuine than anything Mike had promised. The changes came after the engagement, and though they were subtle, they were persistent. “We’re practically married, Faith … ” he’d whisper as he kissed her neck, running his hands along her sides. “Do you really think God would care if I stayed the night? Just this once.”

  Week after week Faith could feel her resolve wearing thin, but still she refused his attempts. “We’ve waited this long, Mike. It’s important to me. To both of us, right?”

  “Please, Faith … just one time … ”

  Three months after getting engaged, when they were alone in her apartment well after midnight, she couldn’t find the words to tell him no, couldn’t hold back from welcoming his embrace and finally giving in to the physical love they’d both been resisting. Six weeks later a home pregnancy test confirmed what she already knew.

  She was a Christian sportscaster carrying the baby of one of the players on the team she covered.

  Faith felt nauseous as she remembered what happened next. She’d told Mike ab
out the baby and suggested they set a quick wedding date, but he was distant and vague, careful not to make promises. Why didn’t I see it coming, Lord? Faith’s unspoken question hung in the rafters of her mind even now. It was behind her; it had to be. Forgotten as though it had never happened …

  The sun was shifting and a chill passed over her. It was almost time to get Rosa back to her foster home. She blinked and tried to forget the way the story ended but there was no getting around it. For the next month Mike seemed always too busy to return her phone calls.

  It wasn’t until she saw a newspaper photo of him with one of the team cheerleaders that she figured it out.

  She’d broken down and cried when he finally called her a week later. “How could you?”

  “Listen, Faith, you’re too serious for me. I’m not ready to settle down.”

  She had been so distraught she’d spent the afternoon fighting violent bouts of nausea and anxiety. The bleeding started later that night, and by the next morning she had lost everything that might remind her of Mike Dillan. At the end of the month she took his diamond ring to a pawnshop and hocked it to pay her hospital bills.

  The only person who ever knew about the baby was her father, and his support had been exactly what Faith had expected. “I’m sorry, honey.” He held her, stroked her hair and comforted her as he’d done when she was little, back when having an argument with a girlfriend was the worst thing that happened to her. No snide remarks or reminders about how he’d seen it coming, no chastisements on how she should have known better than to date a professional athlete. No digs about Mike’s supposed belief in God and how that had turned out to be nothing more than good public relations for his high profile persona.

  Only understanding and grace.

  The same grace God Himself had extended her when the ordeal was over. Faith’s throat was thick with the memories, and she swallowed back a wave of tears. God had never turned His back on her. Not then, and not years later when she had her accident. Not even when her father died.

  No, God had been there through it all.

  She thought about Jordan, how she had long since given up the idea that she’d ever see him again and somehow she knew the Lord had His hand in that too. Had she ever felt so at ease with another man? She knew she hadn’t. Though she’d been attracted to Mike, she’d been cautious from the beginning. First because of their professional conflicts, then because of her father’s concerns. Her subtle fears about Mike had been easy to bury, but now, in light of her time with Jordan, the difference was striking.

  No one had ever made her feel the way Jordan did. Maybe because she had loved him back when they were so young.

  Faith noticed the sun making its way toward the horizon and she locked her attention on Rosa. Poor, girl. Lord, give her a family, please …

  She cupped her hands around her mouth. “Rosa, let’s go, honey.”

  The little girl jumped up and waved at her new friends. Then she ran up and circled her arms around Faith’s neck. “Is it time to go?”

  Faith’s heart felt as though it had slipped through a hole in her left sock. “Yes, sweetie pie. Your foster mom’s expecting you back.”

  Rosa stared across the park toward the Jesus statue. “Know what I asked Jesus for today?” She angled her head in Faith’s direction and grinned, her eyes filled with light.

  “What?”

  “I asked Him to let you be my mommy.”

  There was a choking feeling at the back of Faith’s throat as she fought more tears. What’s this feeling I have, Lord? I can’t be her mother, You know that. I can barely take care of myself.

  Be strong and courageous, my daughter. Life is not lived within the safety of walls.

  Faith gulped back a sob as she knelt and hugged Rosa. After a moment she drew back, looking straight into the child’s soul. “Oh, honey, I would love to be your mommy. There couldn’t be any better daughter for me than you.”

  Rosa’s eyes glowed with hope. “You mean you’ll do it then? You’ll take me home to live with you?”

  “Sweetheart … I don’t know.” There was nothing she could do about the tears and Faith held the girl close once more so she wouldn’t see them. Why was she feeling this way—as though she’d been born to love this little girl? Faith wiped her cheeks and looked at Rosa again. “I’ll ask Him the same thing, okay?”

  Rosa’s smile took up most of her face as she tucked her small hand into Faith’s. “My Sunday school teacher says that Jesus always hears us, even when we don’t get the answer we want.”

  Discreetly, Faith wiped away another release of tears. “That’s right, honey.”

  Rosa stared across the park again. “Know why I like the Jesus statue?”

  “Why?” They walked without any sense of purpose, both reluctant to see the afternoon end.

  “Because it makes me know how big Jesus is.” Rosa released her grip on Faith’s hand and stretched her arms as far as they could go in either direction. “Bigger than anything in the whole wide world.”

  Faith caught the girl’s fingers again and squeezed them gently. “Don’t you ever forget it, honey. Don’t ever forget it.”

  Rosa’s words still played in Faith’s mind that evening as she got ready for work. The news didn’t start until eleven, but she had to be there four hours early to write and edit her newscast. Ultimately Dick Baker had final editorial say over what aired, but Faith liked to think she played some role in shaping the flavor of Philadelphia’s news.

  I’d come in six hours early if they’d give me a little more influence …

  She pulled a navy rayon blouse from her closet and slipped it on. Her bedroom was smaller now that she’d moved back into her parents’ house, but it had been the smartest thing she could do at the time. Besides, she and her mom were agreeable roommates, and with Dad gone now and Sarah married, it made no sense for Faith to live across town alone.

  Faith wished her mother were here now, but she’d gone to Chicago for eight weeks to help her sister recover from ankle surgery. Faith’s mother had planned the trip months before her father’s death, and they’d both felt the trip might actually do her some good, get her out of the house.

  But her absence left the house too quiet.

  Faith had located matching slacks and was about to slip them on when the phone rang. Maybe it would be Rosa’s social worker calling to say that they found her a family …

  Faith grabbed the receiver on her bedside table. “Hello … ”

  “Faith, it’s me, Joshua.” There was a pause and Faith sat on the edge of the bed. Why would her father’s former law partner be calling her? “We’ve got a problem. I wanted you to know before you got to work and found out.”

  Her heart rate quickened in response. “What happened?”

  Joshua drew a deep breath. “You’ve heard of the legal group HOUR?”

  Faith searched her memory bank, but came up empty. “It sounds familiar … ”

  “Stands for Humanity Organized and United in Responsibility. They make their mark with religious freedom cases, you know—hassling churches, forcing Scout troops to act in violation of their guidelines, making sure nativity scenes don’t crop up in public places—that kind of thing.”

  “Okay.” Faith felt her shoulders drop as her body relaxed. Whatever it was, it didn’t involve her.

  “Anyway, yesterday afternoon they filed a lawsuit against the town of Bethany.”

  Faith could feel the blood draining from her face. “What for?”

  Joshua’s voice was thick with emotion. “They want the Jesus statue torn down.”

  Anger released into her veins like a dose of adrenaline. “What? Why would they want that?”

  “It’s a religious symbol in a public park. Precedence says they probably have a valid point, and Frank’s asked me to work on the case. Could be the biggest I’ve done.”

  “Frank Furlong? Mayor Frank Furlong?”

  “Right.”

  “He’s worried about
it?”

  “Faith, we’re all worried about it. HOUR sent an attorney to Bethany yesterday, and by this morning we were already fielding calls from three major newspapers and all the network affiliates.”

  “Even WKZN?” Faith was stunned. What would cause an outsider to drive to Bethany and attack the statue in Jericho Park? It wasn’t hurting anyone; in fact it was part of the town’s history, its heritage. Faith felt her anger rise another notch.

  “It’ll be one of your top stories.” He hesitated. “I wanted you to hear it from me first. I know you’re on … well, I know the station’s watching you.”

  The realization of what Joshua had done finally dawned on her. Here he was, about to be thrust in the limelight of a case that would be the most controversial Bethany had seen in decades, and the thing he felt compelled to do was call her. Joshua was more than her father’s friend and partner, he was her friend, too. And with her father gone, it meant everything to Faith to know that he’d chosen to look out for her.

  You’re so good, God … first seeing Jordan last night and now this.

  “Thanks, Joshua.”

  “It’s what your dad would have done.”

  “So what happens next? When’s the hearing?” The anger had turned to something altogether different, a sense of justice, of fighting for what was right. It resonated in Faith with a strength that was foreign to her, and she suddenly had to know more details, find out where she fit into the picture and how she could be part of the solution.

  “The judge assigned us a date, four weeks from tomorrow. The last Wednesday in September.” He paused. “The guy from HOUR tried to talk us into taking the statue down without a fight, met with us yesterday afternoon. When we told him no, he filed suit and headed back to New York.”

  New York? Faith’s fingers began to tremble. “I have to get back to New York … New York … New York.… ”

  It couldn’t be. He would never have been involved with an organization such as HOUR, not in a million years. Still, how many other New York attorneys had passed through town yesterday? Her throat was suddenly dry and she had to work to find her voice. “Did you get the guys name? The attorney, I mean?”