and only twenty years old, she was indeed married and had a
baby on the way, but she was alone. Her hopes of a little house and happily
ever after, were a wishful dream, for the future. She tried not to worry about
the dangers that Danny faced and prayed daily for his safe return. To keep her
mind occupied, she had transferred her college credits to a nearby college, so
that she could continue her studies to become a teacher. Any free time she had
was spent at the restaurant. Free time meant time to worry, so she tried to
stay constantly busy with work and school.
She ran
a hand absent-mindedly through her hair and sighed; then she closed her eyes
and rested a hand on her belly. Her momentary respite was interrupted by a
voice in her head. You should go to the airport now .
She
opened her eyes and shook her head. Was she imagining things? This wasn’t the
first time since she had been pregnant that she had heard a voice in her head,
but she had always pushed the idea aside and chalked it up to her imagination.
Pregnancy hormones could wreak havoc on emotions, and she had assumed that
hearing voices was an adverse product of pregnancy.
It’s
not your imagination. You need to leave. Follow your instincts. You’re in
danger, and you know it.
Sarah
sat up. Maybe she should go, but how could she justify it? Her visit from Eddie
and Liliana, not to mention the strange couple in the restaurant, had her
nerves on edge; but really, she had no justifiable reason to think that she was
in any sort of danger. Maybe she should just take the remainder of the day off
and get some rest.
Her
thoughts were interrupted by another voice; but this time, she recognized the
source. It was Aunt Mae. “Hey there! Julie said that I could find you in here.
You feelin’ okay, sweetie pie?”
Her aunt
stood in the doorway. Obviously concerned, she pursed her lips and frowned.
“I’m
fine, Aunt Mae. Just a bit tired, but I’m fine, really.”
“Well,
that’s good. I’ll tell you what, it’s a bit slow in there right now, but I expect
we’ll have a large crowd tonight. We’re running low on some supplies. How would
you feel about taking a break from the restaurant for a bit and running to the
store for me?”
The
prospect of a drive and some shopping sounded like the perfect reprieve to
clear her thoughts. “Sure, sounds like fun. Do you have a shopping list?”
“Yep,
right here.” Her aunt handed her a folded piece of paper. “Try not to take too
long though. A storm is supposed to roll in later this afternoon, and I don’t
want you to get stuck.”
Sarah
grabbed the keys for the truck off the desk. “No worries, Aunt Mae. I’ll be
there and back before you know it. Call me if you think of anything else you
need.”
*****
The
warehouse store was, thankfully, uncrowded. Sarah loved to shop at the massive
store but found that she had little patience to deal with the hordes of people
who were often drawn there.
It
didn’t take long to gather the desired supplies, and though Sarah was tempted
to browse the children’s clothing section on the way to the checkout line, she
passed up the allurement and made her way to the front of the store. She had
just pushed her large cart past a row of books when an overwhelming sense that
she was being watched made her pause.
She
thought she saw him out of the corner of her eye. A man in a trench coat stood
at the opposite side of the store, at the end of a food aisle. Just as she
turned to get a look at him, he disappeared up the aisle, out of sight. Was it
her imagination? It was winter after all; plenty of people wore trench coats.
And yet…he had looked very much like the man from the restaurant.
For a
moment she was tempted to investigate. But then what? she pondered. If
she discovered that it wasn’t him, she would be relieved, but what would she
say if she came face to face with him? On the other hand, if she didn’t look to
see who it was, she would worry for the rest of
baby on the way, but she was alone. Her hopes of a little house and happily
ever after, were a wishful dream, for the future. She tried not to worry about
the dangers that Danny faced and prayed daily for his safe return. To keep her
mind occupied, she had transferred her college credits to a nearby college, so
that she could continue her studies to become a teacher. Any free time she had
was spent at the restaurant. Free time meant time to worry, so she tried to
stay constantly busy with work and school.
She ran
a hand absent-mindedly through her hair and sighed; then she closed her eyes
and rested a hand on her belly. Her momentary respite was interrupted by a
voice in her head. You should go to the airport now .
She
opened her eyes and shook her head. Was she imagining things? This wasn’t the
first time since she had been pregnant that she had heard a voice in her head,
but she had always pushed the idea aside and chalked it up to her imagination.
Pregnancy hormones could wreak havoc on emotions, and she had assumed that
hearing voices was an adverse product of pregnancy.
It’s
not your imagination. You need to leave. Follow your instincts. You’re in
danger, and you know it.
Sarah
sat up. Maybe she should go, but how could she justify it? Her visit from Eddie
and Liliana, not to mention the strange couple in the restaurant, had her
nerves on edge; but really, she had no justifiable reason to think that she was
in any sort of danger. Maybe she should just take the remainder of the day off
and get some rest.
Her
thoughts were interrupted by another voice; but this time, she recognized the
source. It was Aunt Mae. “Hey there! Julie said that I could find you in here.
You feelin’ okay, sweetie pie?”
Her aunt
stood in the doorway. Obviously concerned, she pursed her lips and frowned.
“I’m
fine, Aunt Mae. Just a bit tired, but I’m fine, really.”
“Well,
that’s good. I’ll tell you what, it’s a bit slow in there right now, but I expect
we’ll have a large crowd tonight. We’re running low on some supplies. How would
you feel about taking a break from the restaurant for a bit and running to the
store for me?”
The
prospect of a drive and some shopping sounded like the perfect reprieve to
clear her thoughts. “Sure, sounds like fun. Do you have a shopping list?”
“Yep,
right here.” Her aunt handed her a folded piece of paper. “Try not to take too
long though. A storm is supposed to roll in later this afternoon, and I don’t
want you to get stuck.”
Sarah
grabbed the keys for the truck off the desk. “No worries, Aunt Mae. I’ll be
there and back before you know it. Call me if you think of anything else you
need.”
*****
The
warehouse store was, thankfully, uncrowded. Sarah loved to shop at the massive
store but found that she had little patience to deal with the hordes of people
who were often drawn there.
It
didn’t take long to gather the desired supplies, and though Sarah was tempted
to browse the children’s clothing section on the way to the checkout line, she
passed up the allurement and made her way to the front of the store. She had
just pushed her large cart past a row of books when an overwhelming sense that
she was being watched made her pause.
She
thought she saw him out of the corner of her eye. A man in a trench coat stood
at the opposite side of the store, at the end of a food aisle. Just as she
turned to get a look at him, he disappeared up the aisle, out of sight. Was it
her imagination? It was winter after all; plenty of people wore trench coats.
And yet…he had looked very much like the man from the restaurant.
For a
moment she was tempted to investigate. But then what? she pondered. If
she discovered that it wasn’t him, she would be relieved, but what would she
say if she came face to face with him? On the other hand, if she didn’t look to
see who it was, she would worry for the rest of
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