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Im afraid so. Taking the afternoon train like this will make for a long evening and a sleepless night, but I really must be on my way. Ill write, and you know Ill be praying for you.
The words made Charlie feel like crying, and she nearly broke down as she watched Patrick and Sean embrace unashamedly for long moments. She moved a few yards down the platform to give them some time alone.
I know that God is going to do mighty things in your life, Sean, and I believe one of the first will be the salvation of your wife. Patricks voice was low, but Sean caught every word.
Im praying youre right.
Pray believing, Sean. Patrick spoke with conviction. God loves her more than you do, and nothing would give Him greater joy than to bring Charlotte to Himself.
Sean wondered how hed gotten along for so many years without this man. The thought caused him to put his arms around his father once again.
The next few minutes passed in a flurry of activity as last-minute passengers boarded and the final whistle blew. Patrick hugged his beloved children one last time, and they stood waving after he boarded and until the train was out of sight.
Both husband and wife were very quiet as they headed home for the evening. They were done working for the day, but the hour wasnt at all late. Seans thoughts turned to his marriage, and he hoped they might be able to talk as soon as they were home. Charlie, however, surprised him and put an immediate stop to any such plans.
Just as they approached the back of the livery, Sean watched Charlie veer off.
Ive got some things I need to do in the livery, Sean.
The young husband was so surprised that he didnt speak for a few seconds. Is there something I can help with? he finally asked.
No, Charlie answered a little too emphatically as she moved toward the barn. Ill be in later.
Sean didnt have a clue as to what he should say to that, so he stood still until she disappeared into the rear door of the livery. He spent a few moments in prayer before turning and going on to the house.
thirty-two
Hell stay, Charlie told herself as she stood in the warm, dim barn, but only because he has to. Hed have left today if he could have, and after seeing his father hell probably be watching for a chance to run. The thought caused an ache in Charlie that she would not have believed possible. It also started her tears.
As a child it had become familiar to hurt inside, knowing that her grandfather would often have liked to rid himself of her. With Sean it was much more than just hurt, it was . . .