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“I’d forgotten how much fun we used to have.”
“One bad event can destroy a lot of good memories.”
Kat’s face closed up and she looked away, smile gone. Seth wished he’d kept his mouth shut.
“Hey, look at that sky.”
“I see Venus,” Kat said, focused upward, and Seth was relieved to have skirted the issue that always drove her away. They had never talked about it. The topic of their mistake, their shame, their loss and guilt was like a wall between them.
Was he falling for Kat all over again? Was that what was happening here?
The haunting cry of a whip-poor-will sounded in the woods behind them. He understood the loneliness in that call. Loving had cost him too much, but not loving left him empty.
And under the circumstances, he didn’t know what to do about either one.
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LINDA GOODNIGHT
A romantic at heart, Linda Goodnight believes in the traditional values of family and home. Writing books enables her to share her certainty that, with faith and perseverance, love can last forever and happy endings really are possible.
A native of Oklahoma, Linda lives in the country with her husband, Gene, and Mugsy, an adorably obnoxious rat terrier. She and Gene have a blended family of six grown children. A former elementary-school teacher, she is also a licensed nurse. When time permits, Linda loves to read, watch football and rodeo and indulge in chocolate. She also enjoys taking long, calorie-burning walks in the nearby woods. Readers can write to her at [email protected], or c/o Steeple Hill Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.
A Time To Heal
Linda Goodnight
“For I know the plans I have for you,”
declares the Lord.
“Plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.”
—Jeremiah 29:11
This one is for you, the faithful readers who buy
my books, who write me letters and e-mails filled
with sweet encouragement. I am grateful for every
single one of you. You are a blessing.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Questions For Discussion
Chapter One
“I’m never going back.”
Dr. Kathryn Thatcher lay in the wooden porch swing, one arm slung across her eyes, her weary body soaking up sun.
She hadn’t been outside in such a long time she’d likely suffer second-degree burn. But the old family home at Wilson’s Cove, Oklahoma, was tailor-made for lazing around, something the career-driven Dr. Thatcher never did. Until now.
Three days and counting since she’d asked her medical director for a leave of absence and walked out. In truth, she wanted to resign, but he’d talked her out of it. Didn’t matter. She was done, finished, through.
Too many dead kids would do that to a person.
“A few days’ rest and you’ll be ready to go again. You’re just tired.”
Kat’s sister, Susan Renfro, sat on the top step of the long wooden porch, fingers laced around one knee, short dark unruly curls gleaming in the sunlight. She’d gained more weight, something Kat was not about to mention, considering Susan had never lost the extra twenty pounds from Sadie’s birth four years ago. Three kids and a love for Southern comfort cooking had destroyed her sister’s former cheerleader body.
Who was she to talk? She’d added a few pounds, too, and her idea of exercise was running from one exam room to another.
“I’m more than tired, Suz,” Kat said, though she couldn’t deny the exhaustion. “Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for the medical profession.”
Memories of that last, terrible night pressed in. Kat shivered, still hearing the incessant rain hammering against the glass E.R. doors as ambulance after ambulance arrived, carrying victims from a five-car pileup on I-35. Thirty-six hours of blood and death, the worst of it being that all the fatalities were teenagers.
“A career in medicine is all you ever wanted, Kat. It’s who you are.”
Lately, Kat wasn’t sure who she was or what she wanted.
Her older sister meant well, but she had no idea what an E.R. physician’s life was like.
Like most girls in Wilson’s Cove, Susan married her high school sweetheart the summer after graduation and settled down around the 700 acre recreational lake, content to raise a family and take care of the family’s rental cabins. She’d never gone to college, much less spent years working eighty hours a week until she was a zombie inside and out. She’d also never had to bear the news to parents that their beautiful, fresh-faced sixteen-year-old would never graduate from high school.
“Becoming a doctor was all I wanted as a kid. I’m not a kid anymore.” She’d gone into medicine to save lives. Lately, all she’d done was sign death certificates.
“Then, what do you want?”
“I don’t know.” There was the truth. She wanted to be happy. She wanted to feel joy. She wanted some intangible something that lacked definition. But if she admitted as much, she’d get a sermon. To her sister, life revolved around faith in God. That was fine for Susan. Religion hadn’t worked so well for Kathryn. She and God had let each other down a long time ago.
“I’m being sued,” she said.
“For what?” Susan frowned and sat up straighter, ready to defend her baby sister. The sight warmed a cold spot inside of Kathryn. That was the great thing about family and one of