Amish Romance: Losing Ariel (Nancy's Story Book 2) by Brenda Maxfield

Author:Brenda Maxfield [Maxfield, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tica House Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Luke focused hard on the road. He hadn’t driven for a while, and the last thing he wanted was a ticket or an accident. He’d found his driver’s license in his dresser in the daadi haus, grateful that he hadn’t thrown it away upon his return to Hollybrook. He’d almost tossed it the week prior, after his meeting with the bishop. But for some reason, his hand had hovered over the plastic card, and he couldn’t make himself do it.

Had God kept him from it? Because He knew Luke was going to need it?

Luke shook his head. That was ridiculous, wasn’t it? If he followed that train of thought, it would mean that God had wanted him to drive that day. And if so, what would that mean regarding God’s thoughts of their Amish ways? Luke swallowed and shook his head again in frustration. Too much thinking, he told himself. Just focus on the road.

He glanced over at Rick, who had barely moved since he’d gotten in the car. He seemed frozen in fear, and Luke understood that.

Ariel. Ariel. Ariel. You’re going to be all right, he repeated silently over and over. Maybe she could hear him somehow. Maybe she knew he was coming.

Hang on, he pleaded. Hang on. I’m coming.

The traffic was light until they got into the city.

“Rick? I don’t know which way. Which hospital is she at?”

“Community North. Keep going. I’ll tell you.” Rick sat up a bit straighter and stared through the windshield. “Do you think she’s dead?” he asked, his voice trembling.

Luke’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Nee,” he said. “I’m believing that she’ll be fine.”

But as the words flowed from his mouth, something inside him shrank back, as if recoiling from a lie. His jaw tightened. It’s just fear, he told himself. The feeling meant nothing. He was afraid, that was all it was. Tears pricked his eyes, and he blinked. He needed to keep his wits about him. Traffic was thickening, and cars seemed to be darting in and out of the lanes with only inches to spare. His chest constricted until his breathing became shallow.

“Here,” Rick said. “This exit.”

Luke flipped the turn signal on and eased the car onto the off ramp. “Now, where?”

“Straight.” Rick clenched the dashboard. “Mom didn’t want me to leave. She didn’t want me to come get you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“She was afraid Ariel would … die before I got back.”

Luke sucked in air. “It’s really that bad?”

Rick began to cry. “It’s really that bad.”

“But what happened? Ariel knows how to swim.” Luke knew she did. One time, they’d gone on a long road trip to Indiana Dunes State Park, close to Chicago. They’d played in Lake Michigan, wading and swimming and even batting a volleyball, making a game of keeping it off the surface of the water. Ariel had been completely at home.

“White River. She was kayaking, and she fell in and hit her head…” Rick was having trouble getting the words out.

“Who was she with?”

“Sloane and Mary.

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