Sanctuary. Brenda Novak

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      “I hope so.” Hope leaned her forehead against the cool metal chain above her right hand. “I have no guarantees, but at least I improved the odds.”

      “So you’re okay with knowing you’ll never see your own child?”

      Faith’s question was certainly blunt, even ruthless in a way, but there was no condemnation in her voice, only a sincere desire to plumb Hope’s regrets, to see how she’d lived and to know if the outside world was truly better.

      “There are times I’m not okay with that at all. But I was promised she’d go to a good family, and I still trust the people who told me that.” Hope pictured the arresting face of the young administrator of The Birth Place. Parker Reynolds had been there to encourage her at a pivotal point in her life. And Lydia Kane, so alive with over sixty years of intense, passionate living, had set the supreme example of what a woman could be. Together, they’d inspired Hope to pull her life together, regardless of the obstacles in her path, and become an obstetrics nurse. But she’d had to leave Enchantment behind to do so. She couldn’t live somewhere that would forever remind her of the child she’d given away, forever tease her with the possibility that she might someday bump into her daughter.

      “What are you thinking about?” Faith asked.

      Hope steered her mind away from that long-ago place of adobe buildings, red sunsets, brisk clean air and pine-scented mountains. “Just that I’m glad my baby won’t have to go through what I went through,” she said. “Adoption provided her with a complete family, one that had the means to take care of her. But things are different for you, Faith. You wouldn’t have to give up your baby. You’d have a place to live, food to eat, a chance to go to school. That’s why I’m here. To help you, if you want my help.”

      Uncertainty clouded her sister’s face.

      “Don’t you ever dream of leaving?” Hope pressed.

      “All the time,” Faith whispered.

      Hope’s pulse leaped at the longing in her voice. “Then tell me what you want most out of life.”

      “I want…” Her sister scuffed her toe in the dirt again. “Never mind,” she said. “It doesn’t matter.”

      Wrapping her arms around the chains of her swing, Hope leaned back to stare at the sky. “It matters, Faith. Dreams always matter. See those stars? You need to pick one and shoot right for it.”

      Faith gazed up at the night sky. “The star I want is too far away.”

      “Not if you really believe in it.”

      “I want to feel good about myself,” her sister said softly. “And…and sometimes I dream of having a man of my own. A young man, who’ll devote his whole heart to me and our children.” She laughed in a self-deprecating manner. “I know it sounds vain and selfish, and Father would say I deserve to lose my salvation if I can’t be happy with a good, God-fearing man, regardless of his age. But I don’t love Arvin, Hope. I want to love the man whose children I’m bearing.”

      Her last words were spoken so reverently they sounded almost like a prayer. “Every woman should have that right,” Hope said.

      “No, those are evil thoughts, and I’m evil for thinking them.”

      “They’re not evil,” Hope argued. “And neither are you.” Standing, she reached out to Faith. “Come with me. I’ll take you home and tomorrow I’ll show you a whole new world.”

      Faith’s eyes went wide. “I can’t, Hope. As much as I want to—”

      “Faith, you’re miserable. How long can you really expect to last? Don’t wait until you have more children. Then it’ll only be worse. You’ll feel even more trapped.”

      Faith twisted the gold band on the finger of her left hand. “But I’ve made promises.”

      “What about the unspoken promise of a mother to her child? Your promise to your child?”

      She closed her eyes. “I hear what you’re saying, Hope. Part of me believes you’re right. I just—”

      “What?”

      She looked up again. “I don’t know if I can do it. It goes against everything—”

      “Do it for your baby.”

      “And if I regret leaving?”

      “You won’t,” Hope said.

      The confidence of this declaration seemed to be just what Faith needed, because she straightened as though feeling a sense of resolution. “Okay.” She stood up and took Hope’s hand. “Let’s go. Let’s get out of here fast, before—”

      “Before what, Faith?” a man’s voice interrupted. “Before your husband finds out?”

      CHAPTER THREE

      IT TOOK HOPE a moment to make out Arvin from among the long shadows of the trees. When she did, her palms grew moist.

      “It’ll be okay, Faith,” she murmured, her heart pounding.

      Faith looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Arvin, I—”

      “You’re what?” he interrupted. “You’re planning to run out on me in the middle of the night? Is that what you’re doing here?”

      “I’m sorry,” Faith said. “I know it isn’t right to leave this way. But I’m not happy, Arvin. I haven’t been happy since we married. I think you know that.”

      “What, you’re not satisfied with having me in your bed? You want some Gentile rutting between your legs?”

      Faith jerked as though he’d shot her, and Hope stepped between them. “That’s vulgar, Arvin. Below even you.”

      “Vulgar.” He chuckled. “She’s so prim and proper, no one will want her. Look at her. You think some other man is going to desire a woman who’s bearing the child of her own uncle?”

      “How dare you try to belittle her for what you—”

      “You might be my uncle, but you’re also my husband,” Faith said at the same time. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

      Hope tried to bar him from coming too close to Faith, but he stepped around her. “They’re not going to care about your version of right and wrong, Faith. They don’t understand the principle. The outside world will think you’re a freak, a freak without an education or any way to support yourself. They’ll have no use for you or our baby. Is that what you want? To be a laughingstock? To have no one?”

      “She’ll have me,” Hope said.

      “You stay out of this. It’s none of your affair,” he growled. “You belong here, Faith. Don’t let Hope paint pictures of dreamlands that don’t exist.”

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