by Nancy Mehl
© 2012 by Nancy Mehl
Published by Bethany House Publishers
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Scripture references are from the King James Version of the Bible.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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To my husband, Norman
Thank you for your strength, your encouragement, and your love. You’re my best friend. I can’t imagine making this journey of life without you. I truly believe that “the best is yet to be.”
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
Discussion Questions
Acknowledgments
Sneak Peek
About the Author
Back Ad
Back Cover
CHAPTER / 1
For the third night in a row the man stood under the streetlight, staring up at our apartment, his face hidden by a red ball cap pulled down to just above his eyes. I closed the curtain, trying to keep my movement slow so he wouldn’t notice me watching him. But I couldn’t keep my fingers from trembling.
“What’s the matter, Mama?”
I turned to smile at Charity. Though only six, she knew when I was worried or afraid. Unfortunately, there’d been a lot of that lately.
“Nothing, honey. Did you finish your carrots?”
She grimaced. “They’re too gooshy tonight.”
I sighed and came back to the table, trying not to let her see my fear. “They’re supposed to be gooshy. I cooked them.”
She wrinkled her button nose. “I like them hard. You know that.”
“You eat those carrots, Charity Lynn Engel. Right now.”
I hadn’t meant to sound harsh, but the strain I was under had frayed my nerves. Her dark eyes grew wide.
“Are you mad at me, Mama?” She sniffed a couple of times, jabbed at her carrots with her fork, and stuck them into her mouth.
I pushed myself up from my chair, intending to put my arms around my small daughter and soothe her hurt feelings. But when I put my hand on the surface of our secondhand kitchen table, it wobbled horribly. Charity’s glass of milk started to slide, and I barely caught it before it tipped over. I looked down and found that the paperback book I’d used to balance the table legs had slipped out again. I kicked it back under the uneven leg and went to hug Charity.
“I’m sorry, Cherry Bear,” I said. “You don’t have to eat the carrots if you don’t want to.”
She held out her soft, chubby little-girl arms. “It’s okay, Mama. They’re not really, really bad. Just kinda bad.”
I stroked her soft black curls while I gazed around our small apartment. It wasn’t fancy, but it had been home. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t last much longer. I let go of Charity and forced a smile. “How about a fudge bar, honey?”
She looked up at me in wonder. “Instead of carrots?”
“Yes, instead of carrots.”
She giggled, any trace of injured feelings gone like smoke in the wind. If only I could dismiss my own concerns so easily. She jumped down from her chair and skipped over to the refrigerator. “Can I have both halves?”
I usually broke the ice cream treat in two, not wanting her to eat too much sugar before bed. But tonight I didn’t care. I reached into the small freezer and pulled a fudge bar out of the box, handing it to her without comment.
“Oh, boy. Thanks, Mama. Can I watch Dora the Explorer for a while before I hafta go to bed?”
I glanced at the clock. “You have thirty minutes, but when I say it’s time to turn off the TV, no arguing. Promise?”
She bobbed her little head up and down with enthusiasm. “Promise.”
I waved her on, and she scurried into the living room before I could change my mind. Not long after we moved in, I purchased a secondhand TV and a DVD player. We couldn’t afford cable, but I’d found a stack of children’s DVDs at a yard sale during the summer. At fifty cents each, they provided my daughter with hours of entertainment. Best ten dollars I’d ever spent. As soon as I heard the TV come on, I grabbed my cell phone out of my purse, which was on the kitchen counter. Meghan answered after the fourth ring.
“It’s me,” I said.
“Oh, Lizzie. I tried to call you earlier, but I guess you weren’t home.”
“I guess not,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Not easy to do when you’re lying. I’d been too upset to talk on the phone. It wasn’t easy now, but I knew I’d have to face Meghan eventually.
“I still can’t believe it,” she said. “You’ve been such an asset at Harbor House. If Sylvia was still here—”
“But she’s not. Reba’s been almost impossible to work with from day one, but her attitude got really bad after her boyfriend showed a little too much interest in me.”
Sylvia Martinez had been the director of Harbor House, a shelter for abused women, for twenty years. But after her second heart attack, she finally took her doctor’s advice and resigned. Reba, her temporary replacement, didn’t get along with anyone at the shelter, but she’d been treating me particularly bad ever since her city council boyfriend, James Webb, picked her up from work one night. There had been rumors about his ethics and under-the-table deals for as long as I’d been at Harbor House, and Meghan and I were pretty sure he was responsible for getting Reba the interim director’s position. The evening Reba reluctantly introduced him to me, his eyes had lingered on me a little too long, traveling slowly up and down my body. By the next morning, Reba’s already rancorous attitude toward me had turned toxic. Today, she’d finally taken revenge.
“If it helps, everyone knows you didn’t steal that money, Lizzie.”
“Well, I’m glad, but if she presses charges . . .”
Meghan gasped. “But she can’t. There isn’t any proof.”
“The money’s gone, Meghan. Over a thousand dollars out of petty cash. And Reba and I are the only ones with access. She showed me the books. They reveal months of bogus withdrawals with my initials by each and every transaction. Whoeve
r copied my writing did a pretty good job. At first, even I thought it was genuine.”
Meghan snorted. “I suppose the fact that Reba used to be an accountant and knows exactly how to doctor the records doesn’t enter into this at all.”
I sighed. “No, it doesn’t, because I can’t prove I didn’t take the money, and she can prove I did. If she calls the authorities, I could lose Charity, and I won’t take that chance. Besides, without a job, I can’t pay for this apartment.”
“You know that Jim and I would be happy to help you.”
“Thank you, Meghan, but that won’t solve my problems. I’ve got to get away from here in case Reba pushes this further. Besides, that man is still following me.”
“No! Did you call the police?”
I sighed and glanced toward the kitchen window. Should I risk another look? “I’ve given up on them. They’ve been out here on four different occasions. The man is always gone by the time they get here. Besides, all they ever do is explain why they can’t help me. It’s not a crime to stand outside on a public street.”
“But what about the threatening notes?”
“They barely looked at them. Not enough to go on, they said. If I find out who wrote them, then I’m supposed to give them a call.”
Meghan grunted. “Our tax dollars at work.” She paused a moment. “You’re certain you have no clue who this guy is or why he’s sending these notes?”
“I’ve racked my brain, and I can’t figure it out. He can’t be the husband of a client, because I don’t work directly with the clients.”
“I know you’re not dating right now, but what about someone in the past? A man you don’t see anymore?”
“No one who would be doing something like this.” I took a deep breath and let the air out slowly. “I’ve got to get away from here, Meghan. I have no choice.”
“But . . . but where will you go?”
I bit my lower lip, not wanting to say the words out loud. Meghan noticed my hesitation.
“Oh, Lizzie. No. You can’t go back to . . . to Kingdom.”
“There’s no other option open to me. At least no one can find us there. Listen, you can’t tell Reba where I am, Meghan. I mean it.”
She laughed. “I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I have no idea where Kingdom is. Besides, didn’t you say that its location is so remote even people who live in the area have a hard time finding it?”
My mind was spinning, trying to find another way out. Kingdom, Kansas, was the last place in the world I wanted to be. I’d grown used to living in Kansas City. Going back to a town of barely three hundred people would certainly cause severe culture shock. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any other answer. We had to find someplace safe, away from Reba and from the man in the red cap who had been stalking us for the past few weeks.
The man had never approached us. But right after he first appeared, the notes had started coming. Although I couldn’t prove he was sending them, it just made sense. What I couldn’t figure out was what he wanted beyond trying to frighten me. The police informed me that his behavior wasn’t all that unusual for a stalker and cautioned me to stay away from him. Great advice. Of course I was trying to avoid him. But I worried he would get bolder and follow through on his threats.
“What about your degree, Lizzie?”
I glanced over at my ancient computer, my college books stacked up next to it. “I won’t be able to work on it in Kingdom. Kinda hard to take online courses in a town without electricity.” I suddenly became aware that I was twirling my hair around my finger and immediately let it go. My mother’s voice echoed softly in my head. “Leave your hair alone, Elizabeth Lynn. You want your father to shave your head? He will, you know. He says a woman’s hair is her vanity.” A feeling of shame washed through me. I angrily pushed it away.
“When will you leave?” Meghan asked.
“As soon as I can. I’ve got to talk to my landlady. My lease isn’t up for another couple of months. I hope she doesn’t try to hold me to it.”
“I’m sorry, Lizzie. You shouldn’t have to deal with all this. You’re a good person who deserves better. I wish I could help you.”
I rubbed my eyes with my other hand as weariness seeped through my body. “Hey, just having someone to talk to makes a big difference. I know you’re busy with the kids and all. Jim is probably getting really tired of me.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, he’s so tired of you he offered to wait outside your apartment and beat the crud out of your friend in the red cap. He’s as concerned as I am.”
“I guess you’ve got the only good guy in the entire world,” I said, sighing. “I’d better get going. I have a lot of planning and packing to do, and I’m almost asleep on my feet.”
“Promise me you’ll call me before you leave. Don’t disappear without saying good-bye.”
“I promise, Meghan. You’re my best friend. In fact, you’re pretty much my only friend.”
“Good night, Lizzie.”
I said good-bye and hung up the phone. Then I carried it back to the counter and plugged it into its charger. After that I watched the rest of Charity’s DVD, even though I couldn’t concentrate on it at all. When it was over, I helped her get ready for bed. We shared a bedroom, but that didn’t bother me. I liked having her near. Her soft snoring at night lulled me to sleep. It was the one time of the day I didn’t worry about her.
I made a cup of tea and sat down on the couch, gazing around our small apartment. I’d really believed Charity and I would spend many years in Kansas City. Although our start had been rough, life had gradually improved.
The first job I landed here was at Betty’s Café, a small greasy spoon down the street. I didn’t have a car, but it was within walking distance. Betty, an older woman with a drinking problem, taught me the business from the ground up. I’d been hired as a waitress, but many times she didn’t come to work, saying she was “sick.” It didn’t take long before I was able to run the place by myself.
Then one day, Sylvia came in to eat. We bonded immediately. She was really interested in me, and I poured out my story between slinging hamburgers and serving coffee. Not long after that, she offered me a job. I gave my notice to Betty and started at Harbor House two weeks later. I’d been there for the past four years and, until Sylvia’s heart attack, had finally begun to feel hopeful about the future. That hope was shattered and lying in so many pieces that no one could possibly glue it back together. Why had I allowed myself to think things could ever be good in my life? Being positive had only set me up for disappointment. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
As I tried to figure out my next move, a familiar feeling of fear wriggled around inside me and wouldn’t be still.
CHAPTER / 2
I spent the next day packing and explaining to Charity why we had to move. I tried to make it sound as if we were getting ready for a great adventure, but I could tell she wasn’t completely buying it. I didn’t want to worry her, but no matter how hard I fought to calm my fears, tears kept filling my eyes.
My grandmother’s voice whispered inside me. “There isn’t anything too big for God, Lizzie girl. You gotta cast your cares on Him. He loves you so much.”
Yeah, right. He loved me so much He gave me a father who did nothing but use terror and intimidation to control me—and a mother too timid to stand up for her only child. He allowed me to be threatened by some crazy person, and to top things off, He allowed me to lose my job and possibly face jail. Save me from all this love, God.
My father would have called it sacrilegious, trying to talk one-on-one with God. Supposedly, God only listened to the church leaders in Kingdom. And He was certainly too busy to fool with a nobody like me.
Although Reba’s accusation and threats felt even larger than my fear of the man in the red ball cap, the two combined to create a storm of anxiety. My mind couldn’t seem to wrap itself around everything that was wrong in my life. If I tried to deal with one problem, another crisis wait
ed behind it. It was too much for me. Too much for anyone.
That afternoon Meghan called to tell me that my final check plus two weeks’ severance pay was waiting for me. With Charity in the backseat, I immediately drove over to Harbor House. Pulling an old knit hat on my head and hiding most of my face behind a wool scarf, I slipped in unnoticed. It was clear Meghan had pulled some strings to get the check cut so soon. After retrieving it from the woman who worked at the front desk, I snuck off like a prisoner escaping from her cell.
Before getting in my car, I stopped and took one long, last look at the big brick building that housed Harbor House. How was it possible for me to belong there one day and not belong the next? How could such a refuge of safety chew me up and spit me out like unwanted garbage?
My father’s face kept drifting into my mind. His expression when he’d found out I was pregnant still haunted me. He never said a word, just stared at me with disappointment and contempt. The way I’d felt then echoed my emotions now. I was trash. Something to discard.
I finally climbed back behind the wheel of my car, checked on Charity, who was coloring in the backseat, and drove away. Thanks to my final check, I had enough money to pay all my bills and just enough left to get us to Kingdom. I had no intention of leaving a forwarding address or contacting anyone in Kansas City once we were safely out of town. Lizzie Engel would disappear completely. It was the only way Charity and I would finally be safe.
Though I knew it might be useless in Kingdom, I couldn’t bring myself to part with my cell phone, so I planned to pay that bill two months in advance. The phone was my lifeline to the outside world, and the thought of cutting it off made me feel insecure.
After I paid all my bills, my biggest concern would be my car. The 1991 white Chevy Caprice had over one hundred and fifty thousand miles on it, and the engine light had been on for at least two months. Since I couldn’t afford to put it in the shop, I’d simply ignored the warning. Sylvia had sold it to me for five hundred dollars not long after I started at Harbor House and allowed me to make payments whenever I could. It took me a year and a half to pay it off, so now I owned it free and clear. Remembering Sylvia’s kindness made me weep. I missed her so much, but the staff had been told in no uncertain terms that she couldn’t be disturbed. Her health was at stake. As much as I wanted to call her and tell her what was going on, I couldn’t take the chance. Better for everyone that I just slip away.
