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“I am too.”
“How is she?”
“It has been a few weeks and she and Wyler are back together. Finally.”
Keller nodded. “Glad to hear.”
“I think we should announce that we’re married,” she blurted.
He blinked. “Really?”
She nodded. “I’m serious. I think it’s time.”
He started to say something, but the doctor came rushing through the door. He looked frantic. “I made it as fast as I could. I have antibiotics. Where is he?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Freedom had made her mind up.
She wanted to shout it out to the world that Keller Abbott was her man…her husband.
She loved him. He was the most amazing person she’d ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Hurrying toward the lake, she’d received his note to meet her there. This would be a perfect time to reveal her feelings and decide how they would reveal that they were a couple.
The sun was starting to settle on the land and the surrounding area was exceptionally quiet as he pushed through the tree line and scanned the shadows. “Keller?”
No answer.
When she approached the water, she heard muffled noises that sounded out of place. It sounded like someone was trying to speak, but their words were hard to make out.
Following the soft sounds, she came to a sudden stop when she saw a silhouette on the ground. Freedom gasped when she saw that it was Lanah. She had a scarf around her mouth and her hands and feet were tied. Fear was unmistakable in her eyes.
Hurrying over, Freedom knelt beside Lanah and pulled the scarf away. “What happened?”
“Freedom, listen, we don’t have much time. Get help!” Lanah whispered in a shaky voice.
“Who is it?” Freedom felt a crippling fear.
“So, you’ve found my gift to you,” came the male voice from the thick row of trees.
Freedom scanned the dark woods. “Who’s there?”
“Untie me! Please!” Lanah urged as tears fell down her cheeks.
Freedom started to work at the rope around Lanah’s wrists, but the snapping of twigs under foot made Freedom search to see who was there. Rigs Fletcher stepped from the shadows. “Thank goodness, Rigs. Help me with her,” Freedom cried out.
Something in Lanah’s expression made Freedom’s stomach lurch.
“He did this?” Freedom whispered.
Lanah continued to stare as she imperceptibly nodded. More tears streamed down her dirty face.
“Stop right there,” Rigs warned as he came closer. Freedom saw that he was holding a gun aimed at her.
She slowly stood, hands raised. “What’s happening here?”
“She’s your gift.”