Releasing Yesterday by Nona Mae King

Author:Nona Mae King
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, clean romance, inspirational romance, christian romance, inspirational fiction, victorian romance, clean christian romance, 1890s romance
Publisher: Nona Mae King

Twelve

Truth’s Torment

Sara did not recall the journey to and from Christopher's loft. The moment she saw Mr. Conklin standing so forlorn on the front step, her entire spirit shuddered. Now her knees buckled and she slumped into the chair of her vanity, eyes closed in a desperate attempt to forget the mar of regret across his expression. He had known of her place of birth. He seemed to recognize her pearl drop necklace. Why did she not notice...? But she had long since forgotten any hope of finding her father. Long since schooled her heart against caring. Not harboring hope proved difficult, so she practiced forgetting, even in the face of all the fathers she worked for, she was desperate to forget the possibility of her own.

A sob broke free and Sara covered her face with her hands, unable to staunch the flow of tears even when she heard the soft clink of the adjoining bedroom door. The rustle of silk brocade accompanied the movement of Rachel Trent to the chair beside her. "I am sorry, mum," she whispered.

Rachel rested a hand on Sara's back. "There is nothing to apologize for, dear heart. Take your moment."

But neither a moment nor a lifetime would answer the questions pounding in her heart. She wanted to know why. She wanted the truth, no matter how ugly or how heart-breaking. She wanted to know those answers more than she wanted her next breath. But she didn't know how to ask the one question which scraped at her soul.

Rachel brushed at the hair teasing Sara's neck. "Sara, let us go for a walk. We still have a bit of time before dinner, and there is a park not far from here where the view will soothe your heart and mind both. There is something awe inspiring in the way God works His brush against the sky."

Sara only allowed a nod before the woman helped her to her feet, accepting Amy's help into gloves, wraps and parasols before being escorted from the room. On their way from the confines of the Brownstone, Rachel gathered up Sara’s sketchbook and pencils, her crisp gaze noting the reluctance with which Sara accepted the soft leather-bound paper. Then the crisp air of the evening surrounded them, gathering thoughts and gazes to the manicured pathway. The whisper of the breeze against the folds of textiles and ribbons was only just noticeable through the chaos of her thoughts.

Sara's eyes burned as she focused on the act of stepping one foot in front of the other, afraid that her heart would begin pouring into words the agony that began to taint her spirit. She didn't know if she was ready for that admittance.

Rachel wrapped her arm around Sara’s waist, drawing her close and bestowing upon her a genuine smile. “Well do I recognize the darkness of that expression, dear heart. You seem to be navigating a wilderness in your life at the moment."

A smile fought its way through the tears, though the weight of the past several days did not allow time to take root.

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