And tell them what? That we saw a man throw his baby in the lake. They’ll never believe us against someone rich enough to drive a car like that. David’s face fell knowing she was right. In their small town, money talked. Then what do we do? He asked. Mary’s arms tightened around the baby. We’ve been trying for 5 years to have a child.
Maybe this is God’s answer to our prayers. But Mary, this is this is a child who would have died tonight if we hadn’t been here. Mary interrupted. Someone wanted her dead. David. If we report this, who knows what might happen to her. David looked into his wife’s determined eyes, then at the tiny miracle in her arms. Slowly, he nodded.
We’ll need to leave town, he said softly. Start somewhere new. Mary smiled through her tears. We’ll call her Hope because that’s what she is. 27 years passed. Richard Miller’s empire had grown even larger. He had eventually gotten his son, though it had cost him his first wife. Sarah had never recovered from the sudden infant death syndrome that Richard claimed had taken their daughter.
