Levi wondered if Sarah realized how pretty she was with the new morning light streaming through the window bathing her face in golden light.
To his eyes, she grew more beautiful with each passing year. It was no wonder Daniel had fallen in love with her.
Levi dropped his gaze to his feet, afraid his thoughts would somehow show in his eyes. âDo you mind?â
âDo I mind what?â she asked at last with an odd inflection in her tone.
He waved his arm to indicate the shop. âThat I made changes?â
âNee, it is your work space,â she said quickly.
âGoot.â
âWhat needs doing in here today that Grace would normally do? Iâm at your beck and call, so put me to work.â
âI donât need anything.â What he wanted was for her to go home. The workshop was his sanctuary. How could it be a place of peace with Sarah in it?
Chapter One
âYou can tell me the truth, dear. How are you really?â
Sarah Wyse dropped her gaze to the pile of mending in front of her on the scrubbed pine kitchen table without answering her aunt. How was she? Frightened.
âTell me,â her aunt persisted. Emma Lapp didnât believe in beating around the bush. She had a sharp eye and a gift for two things, matchmaking and uncovering gossip. How had she found out so quickly?
Sarah had expected to have a few days before having this conversation, but that wasnât to be. âIâm fine, Aenti Emma. Why do you ask?â
âYou put on such a brave face, child. I know how hard the holiday season is for you. To lose your job on top of everything, my heart goes out to you. You must remember the Lord never gives us more than we can bear. Put your trust in Him.â
âAll is as God wills, even when we cannot comprehend His ways.â
Christmas brought Sarah more painful memories than joy. Too many of her holidays had been marked by funerals. She dreaded the arrival of winter each year with its long, dark, lonely nights. It was her job that kept her sane. Had kept her sane.
What would she do now? What if the crippling depression she struggled to overcome got the upper hand?
âHow will you manage?â Emma asked.
Sarah raised her chin and answered with a conviction she didnât feel. âAs best I can. Would you like some tea?â
âThat would be lovely.â
Her auntâs sudden arrival was a blessing in disguise. Sarah had been sitting alone in her kitchen, wallowing in self-pity. It solved nothing. She needed to be busy.
She rose and crossed to the cupboard. Taking down a pair of white mugs, she carried them to the stove and filled them with hot water from the kettle steaming on the back of the cooktop.
âI know how you depend on the income from your job, Sarah, being a widow and all. Your onkel and I will help if you need it.â
âDonât fret for me. Itâs only for a few months. Janet is moving her mother to Florida and wants to make sure she is settled before coming back. She plans to reopen Pins and Needles after Easter.â Surely, she could hang on that long.
Emma cocked an eyebrow. âWill she be back? I heard she might stay.â
A flash of panic hit Sarah, but she suppressed it. Janet would be back. Then things would return to normal.
âIâm sure sheâll be back. Her business is successful. She enjoys the shop and loves the town. I have ample savings and the income from the rent of the buggy shop. Iâll be fine.â
Things would be tight, but Sarah would manage financially. Emotionally, that was another story.
Emma said, âPins and Needles is successful because of the long hours you put into it. Anyway, you can depend on your family and the church to provide for you.â