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The Chapel Springs Romance SeriesBarefoot Summer

Dancing with FirefliesThe Wishing Season

A December Bride (novella)

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A Cowboys TouchThe Accidental Bride

The Trouble with Cowboys

Nantucket Love Stories

Driftwood LaneSeaside Letters

The Convenient GroomSurrender Bay

Sweetwater Gap

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Married til Mondaya chapel spr ings romance

DeNISe HuNTeR


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Authors Note

Dear Reader,I can hardly believe weve reached the last book of

the Chapel Springs Romance series! For those of you whove been along since the first book, I hope youll enjoy catching up with the McKinleys. If youre new to the series, no worries! Married til Monday is written to stand alone. Within the story youll also get a sneak peak of Summer Harbor, the location of my next series, and the handsome Callahan brothers.

Ive known all along that Ryans story would be last, but I had no idea when I started Barefoot Summer that he was still in love with his ex-wife, Abby. While writing Dancing with Fireflies I came across a blog from a divorced man. He was writing about all the things hed done wrong in his marriage and all the things hed wished hed done right. His tone of regret was so heart-felt, I looked at my husband and said, Im going to write this mans story.

Married til Monday was a book of firsts for me. My first road trip story. My first reconciliation story. For those reasons I expected the book to be challenging, but


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Ryan and Abbys story seemed to pour straight from my heart onto the page. It was truly a labor of love.

Telling you a story is a privilege I dont take for granted, and Im ever thankful for readers who make my work possible. So grab your favorite drink, sit back, and let me tell you a story. I hope you enjoy your jour-ney (back) to Chapel Springs!

Blessings!Denise


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Chapter One

The antique ring had been sitting forlornly on Ryan McKinleys kitchen counter for five months. It was an ordinary tale of lost and found, but the customary happy ending stretched just out of his reach.

He left the room, more to escape the ring than anything, and stopped by the grandfather clock on his way to the stairs. He turned the key in the slot and wound the weight to the top, thinking of Abby again. It had been her job, winding the clock. Keeping the thing going was almost a compulsion with her.

Not with him. The hands of the clock had been poised precisely at twelve past seven for almost a week. He set the pen-dulum in motion and shut the antique door, twisting the key as the familiar ticking filled the big, empty house. He needed to go for his run. Stretch his legs and let the thumping of his feet on the pavement beat the thoughts of her out of his head.

He couldnt get his mind off her lately. The clock, the ring . . . the house. Hed already called himself a million kinds of fool. Buying his ex-wifes dream house had been a mistake, just as PJ had warned.


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A knock sounded at the door, and he sighed in relief at the distraction.

PJs wide smile greeted him as he swung the door open. Speaking of his sister. Is it a good time?

His eyes fell to the covered dish in her hands. Its always a good time for food.

PJ breezed past on her way to the kitchen. Its not meat and potatoes, sorry. Cole doesnt like crepes, so youre my guinea pig.

Its a chore, but somebody has to do it.In the kitchen PJ lifted the lid, and the sweet smell of choco-

late drifted his way. Since dinner had come in a Stouffers box, Ryans stomach growled in appreciation.

PJ had started the Wishing House Grille in Chapel Springs right after culinary school. It had come complete with a free house and the man of her dreams. His baby sister had always led a charmed life.

He grabbed two forks from the dishwasher and handed one to PJ.

She eyed it skeptically. Clean?He gave her a sour look as he dug into the dessert. The warm

confection practically melted on his tongue. Mmmm. Not bad.PJ took a dainty bite. Just enough hazelnut, I think. Maybe

a little more vanilla?I give it a 9.5. The details are yours to figure out.As they finished the crepes PJ caught him up on the fam-

ily, which from her perspective consisted mostly of their siblings love lives. The love bug had bitten hard in the McKinley tribe the last few years. First Madison, then Jade, and now PJ. Two of them were married, with PJ not far behind, he suspected. And he, the oldest, still batching it. Or rather, batching it again.


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When theyd had their fill of crepes, they placed their forks in the farm sink.

I better run. Need to get to Hanover before the store closes. PJ grabbed her purse while Ryan put the lid on the leftovers.

Oooh, pretty. She extended her arm, waggling her fingers.His gaze fell to PJs finger, where Abbys ring lay glistening.Whos this beauty for? she asked. Are you holding out

on me?Ryan shoved the Tupperware lid down hard, making it click

with a loud snap. Take it off.Geez, okay. She pulled the ring, grimacing as it stuck there

through a few more twists and pulls.Seriously? he said.Dont worry, Ill get it. She turned on the water and soaped

up her hand. It looks old.It is old. It was Abbys grandmas.PJ gave another tug, and the ring came off. She rinsed it,

along with her hands.Ryan eyed the drain. Careful!Im not an idiot.When she finished, Ryan snatched the ring from her.What are you doing with it? she asked.He put it back by his cell charger. I found it when I moved.Abby had been so distraught the week shed noticed it miss-

ing. Theyd turned the house on Orchard upside down looking for it. Shed never been close to her parents, but her grandmother had meant everything to her. Her passing had been hard on Abby. It was the closest shed come to crying in the years Ryan had known her.

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I dont know.You have to. It was her grandmothers. Just stick it in the

mail. I think I can get her address if you need it.I cant stick an heirloom in the mail.So youre going to take it to her?I dont know, PJ. Why do you think its been sitting there

for five months?Soor-ry. PJ hitched her purse on her shoulder and left the

kitchen.Ryan followed, rubbing his forehead with his index finger.

The dang ring had been stressing him out. Hed been praying about it, but he couldnt seem to find any peace. He really should just stick it in the mail and forget about it. One less piece of Abby in his life.

At the door he gave PJ an apologetic smile. Sorry I snapped.Its okay. Let me know if you need the addressor if you

just need to talk.I will.The phone rang, and PJ looked over his shoulder. You kept

your landline?He shrugged.Better get it then.They said good-bye, and he crossed the living room. He

knew the landline was redundant, a needless cost. But it was the only way Abby would know to reach him if she wanted to.

Stupid, McKinley.But then he seemed to have a heavy dose of stupid when it

came to Abby.He grabbed the phone from the cradle, but he didnt recog-

nize the number on the screen. Hello?


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The pause nearly prompted a repeat.Ryan? Hello, de-ah. Its Lillian. I didnt expect to catch you

home.The familiar Maine accent of Abbys mom stunned him. Why

was she calling? Lillian. What a surprise.A terrible feeling swelled inside. What if something had hap-

pened to Abby? Before he could ask, she spoke again.How are you? We havent spoken in so long.Im fine. You know Chapel Springs. Nothing much changes

around here. How are you and Bud?He pressed his finger between his brows. Hed hardly spoken

to Lillian when he and Abby had been married. How bizarre that shed call now, over three years after their divorce.

Oh, were just fine. You know, getting ready for the party. I dont suppose Abbys there.

He frowned. Ah, no . . .I didnt think so. But Ive been trying to reach her on her

cell, and you know Abby. She hardly answers the thing. Maybe its best that I reached you anyway.

This was all too weird. Surely the woman wasnt suffering from dementia. She had to be still in her fifties.

Well, Abby told me you cant come to the anniversary party, of course, but I was so hoping youd change your mind. Work will always be there, and its been years since the two of you visited.

His brain stalled. His mouth worked.I dont like the idea of Abby driving all that way alone. She

lowered her voice. And you know her relationship with her dad is . . . difficult. Id feel so much better if she had your support.

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that. I miss my only child. And maybe the time away would be good for you both. A little vacation.

He scratched his head. Im, ah . . . Im a little confused, Lillian.

He heard a muffled conversation, as if shed covered the mouthpiece. A moment later she was back.

Bud wants to talk to you, de-ah. Here he is.So I hear you cant take a few days away from your busy

schedule to celebrate our anniversary.Ryan had forgotten how Bud could deliver a teasing remark

with just enough raw edge to make you squirm.Congratulations, Bud. Sounds like you have a nice party

planned.Well, it would be if I could get my son-in-law to drive our

daughter over. Lillian has her heart set on it.Son-in-law? Why did they bothit was as ifhe knew Abby

wasnt close to them. Was it possible she hadnt told them about the divorce? None of this made sense.

Cat got your tongue, son?No, sir. When was Abby planning to arrive? I, ah, dont

have the schedule handy.Bud repeated the question to Lillian while Ryans mind turned.

Maybe this was the opportunity hed prayed for. His chance to see Abby again. To return the ring.

Yeah, McKinley. Thats all you really want.Day before the party. Bud was back on the line. Next week,

the twenty-fourth. Now are you gonna bring her home or what?Lillian scolded him in the background, then she was back on.

We would so love to have you both.Next week. His mind spun. His coaching staff could get


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along without him for a few days. The thought of seeing Abby again made his heart pound in his chest. Dried up his throat. Made some part of him he hadnt realized was dead and buried come alive again.

He pictured her in his minds eye. Not the way shed looked when hed met her, when hed courted her. But the way shed looked after. When shed come to love him. The planes of her face softened, her green eyes no longer wary and distant, but open. Hopeful. Her red curls wild around her creamy-skinned face, her cute freckles peeking out on her nose.

Ryan, are you there?Yeah. everything was coming up Abby lately. Maybe God

was trying to tell him something. He felt that urging in his spirit.Is that You, God? Is this what You want?His heart settled as peace washed over him. everything

seemed to be pointing the same direction. The ring, the phone call . . .

Maybe he was just crazy, but he was going to do it.All right, he said, squeezing the phone tight. Ill be there.


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Chapter Two

It was past eight, the sun just sinking below the Indianapolis skyline, when Abby McKinley pushed through the heavy glass doors of Wainwright Investigative Services. She was more tired than she wanted to admit, and it was only Monday.

As she entered the office the air-conditioning hit her, a relief after sitting in her hot car with nothing but a stiff, hot breeze and her camera for company.

Her boss sat behind his desk, frowning at his computer screen, his salt-and-pepper hair ruffled as if hed just run his fin-gers through it.

She walked straight to Franks cluttered desk and dropped the Owens file next to an empty bag of Doritos.

Already? he asked.She shrugged, taking a seat at her own desk and opening

her e-mail while Frank flipped through the file. Nice pics. So it wasnt the pool boy?

Too obvious. It was an old boyfriend. Reunited on Facebook and hooked up two months ago.

Youre a genius.It wasnt that hard. A little surveillance, a little garbology, a


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little IT on the home computer. People left a trail whether they wanted to or not.

I have a VIP case for you, he said. Right up your alley. Wife suspects affair. High-profile, gated community. I need my best girl on it.

Im your only girl. Whats the TAT?Next weekend. I know thats quick butWhat?Abby was shaking her head. Normally she could turn a

case so quickly, but . . . Im leaving on Wednesday, remember? Road trip.

Take a plane. Ill pay for it. Heck, Ill fly you first-class for what this ladys paying.

It wasnt the money that stopped her from flying. And she hated saying no when she was so close to that promotion. Lewis was going to ride this for all it was worth. But shed had this trip on the schedule for weeks, and she didnt want to disappoint her mom.

Sorry, but I cant. Youll have to put Lewis on it.It really blew, handing the case over to her competition. She

closed her e-mails and stood to leave.Frank grimaced, running his hand over his thick mustache.

She couldve sworn Dorito crumbs went flying. Abby, I need you on this one.

She grabbed her purse off the floor. except I wont be here.Flight plus a bonus. My final offer.Believe me, I wish I could, Frank.You really want Lewis to take this? The subtext was clear.

How badly do you want the agency in St. Paul?I cant get out of this. Im sorry. She opened the door. See

you in the morning, Frank.


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Youre killing me, kid, he called just before the door swung shut behind her.

The drive home was quick and painless. She pulled into her assigned carport and walked up her sidewalk. Boos face peeked out the curtains, her tiny paws on the low windowsill, the pink bow crooked on top of her head. Inside the building Abby drew in the savory smells of oregano and garlic. Someone was having a nice supper.

She collected her mail, then unlocked her door. The Yorkie danced around her feet. Hey, little Boo. Mommys home. Abby picked up the dog and accepted the kisses from her squirmy friend, smiling at her exuberance. Sorry Im late, little girl. Lets go potty.

Abby kissed the dog between her large pointy ears, then leashed her and took her outside. Go potty, Boo.

Feeling guilty, she walked the dog around the apartment com-plex until the daylight was gone, then went back inside, thinking about the insurance fraud case she almost had wrapped up. As she heated up a slice of yesterdays pizza, her mind drifted to the upcoming weekend, the party, her parents.

Her dad.Shed dug her wedding set from her jewelry box last night. She

hadnt looked at the rings since the day she took them off, and see-ing them had dredged up all the feelings. How gutted and raw and ruined shed felt that day. It had taken so long to stop hurting. even now the thought of Ryan opened a hollow spot deep in her chest.

Stop it, Abby.She didnt know what was wrong with her lately. Thoughts of

Ryan were so close to the surface. This weekend was going to be even worse, with everyone asking about him. With those rings


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encircling her finger again. Bad enough shed had to keep the last name.

You wouldnt have had to if youd told them the truth.Shed tried. She really had. But imagining her dads reaction

had always stopped her. Hed expected the marriage to fail. Had expected her to fail. She couldnt stand the thought of proving him right.

Besides, it wasnt as if she and her parents even had a real relationship. A Christmas card, a voicemail a few times a year. Her mom had put him on the phone when shed called to talk Abby into coming. Hed harassed her about Ryan, questioning her, that suspicious tone in his voice.

If there could be anything worse than admitting her divorce to her dad, it would be admitting shed been lying about it for three years. Lying to her dad carried a heavy penalty.

He cant hurt you anymore, Abby.She shouldnt have let them talk her into this weekend. Now

Lewis was going to have a chance to shine. She was jeopardizing her shot at her own agency. But she couldnt cancel now. Her mom was counting on seeing her, and Lillian Gifford had suf-fered enough disappointment over the years.

It would be the first time Abby had gone home since college. Summer Harbor, Maine, didnt hold the same nostalgic feelings for her that most peoples hometowns did. She couldnt deny the beauty of the rugged coastline or the bustling wharf with its hand-ful of charming shops. But most of her memories centered around her unstable household, which only evoked feelings of fear and uncertainty.

She shoved it all from her mind. She wouldnt think about any of it until she had to.


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After eating dinner she settled on the sofa, catching a mys-tery that was just getting started. Boo curled in her lap, quietly snoring, her little body rising and falling with each breath.

Twenty minutes later she was about to give up on the show when a knock sounded at her door. Boo was upright in an instant, diving off the sofa and charging toward the door with her sharp little yaps.

Probably Mrs. McCauley from next door. The mail carrier was always mixing up their mail. Maybe Abby would invite her in for tea. She could use the company. The distraction. And the woman always seemed lonesome despite her husband and the teenaged granddaughter whod come to live with them a year ago.

Shhhh. Its okay, Boo.The dog barely glanced at Abby, her brown eyes trained on

the door, her yaps coming closer together.Abby reached for the handle and pulled the door, a smile on

her lips.Her heart stuttered. Her breath filled her lungs and stuck

there, unable to find release. Her smile fell away.His face was as familiar as her own. She knew every curve.

every angle. every golden fleck in his chocolate brown eyes. Three years had done nothing to erase these details.

Hello, Abby, Ryan said.


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Chapter Three

If there was one thing shed blocked about Ryan McKinley, it was his size. The breadth of his shoulders, his height. A good pair of heels put her eye level with most men, but Ryans stature insured she was always looking up at him.

And now he towered over her in her stocking feet. She stepped back, putting space between them, the walls of her chest closing in.

Ryan. Somehow it came out without a hint of the chaos inside.

Its been a long time, Abby.What are you doing here?The corner of his lip turned up. Always right down to busi-

ness. His gaze flickered down to Boo, who had ceased barking and was sniffing the toe of his shoe.

Abby drew a shaky breath while he was distracted, mak-ing her face a careful mask of indifference. Her eyes fell on the cracked-open door across the hall. Mrs. Dohertys shadowed face peeked out.

Can I come in?She quickly reviewed her options, focusing primarily on the


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short-term discomfort of being alone with him versus the long-term consequences of Mrs. Dohertys big mouth.

Darn it all.She opened the door all the way, giving him a wide berth.

The smell of him assaulted her anyway, making all the red flags wave. The familiar woodsy scent mixed with musk and leather would hang around long after he left. Before she could stop her-self she drew in a deep breath, the smell instantly taking her back to their dating days. Wonderful, beautiful, frightening days.

She closed the door. Boo was quivering now, and Abby picked her up before she could tinkle on the floor. She cradled the dog in her arms, stroking her smooth head.

Its okay, baby.Ryan scanned her apartment. Nice place.Howd you find me?He hiked a brow. You mean after you told me you were

moving to Wisconsin?She looked down at Boo. She had considered moving there.

And maybe she hadnt wanted Ryan to know she was only an hour and a half away. It was hard enough knowing it herself.

He made himself comfortable, leaning against the sofa back, his thick fingers curling around the plush leather. He was still too darn handsome for his own good. Thick, dark hair. Chiseled jaw. Warm brown eyes.

She probably had sofa head, and her makeup had surely clocked out hours ago, leaving her nose freckles on display.

Normally shed offer a chair, a drink, but she didnt want Ryan lingering. Just seeing him again was disastrous enough to her well-being. She couldnt think of a single good reason for


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him to disrupt her life like this. But then, hed been disrupting her life since the moment hed stepped into it.

Why are you here? she asked again. There was a sharp edge to her tone. He seemed to bring that out in her.

He looked at her for a long second before reaching into his jeans pocket. He withdrew his hand and opened it.

Her lips parted, emitting a gasp. Nanas ring! Their fin-gers brushed as she took it, and she tried to ignore the jolt it gave her. Whered you find it?

under your nightstand drawer.She placed the ring on her hand and curled her fingers to hold

the precious heirloom in place. Shed thought it was gone forever.Found it when I was moving.So he hadnt stayed in their old place on Orchard. She didnt

know why that thought made her stomach sink. She always pic-tured him in their cozy little bungalow. Theyd been happy there for a while. until everything had unraveled.

I cant believe you found it. Whered you move? And why was she asking?

Something flickered in his eyes. He shifted, crossed his arms, his biceps plumping at the motion. Closer to town.

Hed always felt claustrophobic on Orchard Street, having grown up on a farm. But it was all they could afford. She thought of their beautiful dream house on Main Street and felt a pang of sadness.

She wondered suddenly if hed remarried. Maybe thats why hed moved. She glanced at his left hand, the one shed brushed. Relief flooded her at the sight of his bare finger. She chided her-self for the reaction.

Hes a piece of your past, Abby. Thats all.


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A piece that had caused a lot of heartache and misery. Shed never have married him if shed known what a heart breaking in two felt like.

But then, she hadnt had much choice.Boo had calmed and was squirming for release. Abby set her

down and stood, twisting the ring on her finger. The antique setting glittered under the light.

Your momll be relieved to see it this weekend.Her eyes shot to his. How did he know she was seeing her

mom this weekend?She called last week.Her breath froze in her lungs. Did he know Abby hadnt told

them about the divorce? Did Ryan tell them the truth? Please, no. She tried to find the answer in his eyes, his posture, but he wasnt giving anything away.

Maybe Ryan didnt even know her parents still thought they were married. Maybe her mom hadnt given anything away. Maybe shed only left a harmless voicemail.

You never told them, Abby?Her face warmed under his perusal. He wouldnt understand.

How could he, when hed been raised by the freaking Waltons?I havent gotten around to it.In three years?Has it been that long?He tilted his head, studying her the way he did in those early

days when he was trying so hard to figure her out. Good luck with that.

I didnt correct them, he said.A load lifted off her, though she kept her expression neutral

as she lifted her chin. Why not?


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Figured you had your reasons.None that she was telling him about. He knew more than

enough about her. More than anyone else. She set Boo down, and the dog crept over to Ryan, timidly sniffing his shoes again.

So when are we leaving?Her eyes darted to him. What?Your parents invited me to the party. Ryan squatted down,

holding his hand out for Boo to sniff.She watched him. So nonchalant. So laid back. It had driven

her crazy when they were married. You cant go to my parents house.

Sure I can.Were divorced.They dont know that. He wasnt even looking at her. He

was too busy stroking her traitorous dog on her belly.Why was he doing this? Just showing up at her door . . .

inviting himself on her road trip. It was ridiculous.Why would you even want to go?I havent seen Beau in years. Hell be there, right?Of course he will. Thats not the point.I can get the time off, and I thought, why not?Why not? Why not? She could think of about a million rea-

sons, starting with their contentious marriage and ending with her parents.

Its a six-day trip. And it would feel like six hundred days if Ryan went along.

Ive got the time. Or maybe you have a boyfriend who might object?

No, I dontYoure not riding with me, Ryan.He stood, leaning on the sofa again, crossing his ankles.


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Well, your parents are going to think its awfully strange when we arrive in separate cars.

She opened her mouth. Closed it again.She didnt know which would be worse. All that time alone

in the car with Ryan or faking marital bliss for two solid days.She wished for her furry, quivering shield back. Why are

you doing this?It was too late to get a flight.You dont want to go. You dont even like my parents.I hardly know them.exactly.I promised them Id be there. And I want to be there for

Beau.The way he was there for you?Ryan studied her until she felt like a bug under a micro-

scope. I understood. Hes your cousin. He loves you. Were past that now.

She hadnt known they were back in touch, apparently bosom buddies. She was going to kill Beau. Hed been keep-ing her secret from her parents, from everyone, but she hadnt known he had secrets of his own.

His dads death really threw him for a curve. Hes having a rough time.

This was not good. Not good at all. Their marriage ended for a reason. Wed be bickering before we reached the Ohio state line.

I think its safe to assume weve both grown up a little.Were already bickering.Only because youre being unreasonable.


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She let out a growl, turning from the sight of him.He raised all her hackles. Always had. Somehow hed still

found his way into her heartand then stomped all over it.So are we leaving tomorrow? Or Wednesday? We can meet

here at your place or you can swing down for me on the way, whichever you want.

She twisted the ring around her finger, already reverting to her old habit. Think. She had to think. She could not take a road trip with her ex-husband.

But they couldnt show up separately either.We can take my truck if you want, he said.You cant go, Ryan. This is crazy.It makes all the sense in the world. Im going to Summer

Harbor. Youre going to Summer Harbor. Why wouldnt we save on gas and wear and tear? Plus, like I said, your parents will expect us to arrive together.

Arrive together. eat together. Room together. Sleep together.She cleared the emotion from her face and turned around.

Did he even understand the implications of this trip?Im staying with my parents.So?So, well be expected to share a room.Ill sleep on the floor.You have an answer for everything, dont you? This is a

disaster in the making.Youre overthinking it. Its two days with your folks. Theyll

be busy with party stuff. Well blend into the chaos and head back home. Simple.

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had been. He was her opposite in every way. He was an optimist, she was a cynic. He was a saver, she was a spender. He was easy-going, she was deliberate.

I have my route planned out. Places I want to stop on the way. Was she really considering this?

Fine by me.Youd have to get your own hotel rooms.Of course.This was all a big, huge mistake. She crossed her arms over

her chest, narrowed her eyes, studying him. Initially she hadnt thought hed changed. But upon closer observation she saw a fine network of lines fanning from his eyes. And his square jaw, which had too often been covered with stubble, was freshly shaven.

Look, Abby, he said, using the quiet, tender voice that always broke her. I know theres a lot of water under the bridge . . . But we were kids. We got ourselves into a mess and things went side-ways. Weve grown up. Weve moved on. We can be friends, or at the very least, casual acquaintances who are capable of sharing a ride.

He always did that. Made her feel like she was overreacting. Maybe she was overreacting.

Wed have to pretend were married, she said.Just for a couple days.Beau had been going through a rough time since losing his

dad. He was trying to juggle his job as deputy sheriff and his dads Christmas tree farm, and Abby suspected he wasnt allow-ing himself time to grieve. Spending time with Ryan would do him a world of good. Her ex might frustrate her to death, but he was the best listener shed ever known.

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not well between them. Maybe things would be different with her dad now. She was grown up. He wouldnt resent her so much. There was no reason for him to hate her anymore.

But there was that whole pretending-to-be-married thing. Just till Sunday?

Ill drive if you want, or at least split the time with you. So you wont get headaches.

There was that.Boo appeared at her feet. She swept the dog into her arms,

cradling her to her stomach, the wiggly shield not big or solid enough. Not even close.

Ryan straightened, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. What time tomorrow?

Im leaving Wednesday.What time?Seven in the morning.Ill pick you up at seven then.She was not giving him control of this trip. No, Ill pick

you up.Fine. Whats your phone number?Flustered, she rattled it off as he tapped it into his phone.Ill send you my address, then youll have my number too.

He opened the door. Ill see you about eight thirty on Wednesday then. Good night. And then the door was closed and he was gone.

This was happening. It was really happening. How was it that hed come back into her life and whipped it upside down all over again?


PR AISE FOR KRISTY CAMBRON

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Once again author Kristy Cambron weaves an amazing tapestry of past and present in her sophomore novel, A Sparrow in Terezin. In this beauti-fully written journey of faith, Sera and Kja are two women separated by time and circumstance, yet each must find the courage to trust and recapture love through Gods healing grace. Cambrons detail to history shines as readers are transported seamlessly from the warm, sandy beaches of San Franciscos coast to the frightening ambience of World War II Europe. I found her depiction of conditions at the Nazi concen-tration camp at Terezin to be well-researched and hauntingly accurate. A Sparrow in Terezin is a captivating story not to be missed!

KATE BRESLIN, AUTHOR OF FOR SUCH A TIME

In A Sparrow in Terezin Kristy Cambrons poignant prose reminds us of the 15,000 children sent to Terezin Concentration Camp during World War IIfewer than 100 of those children survived. Cambron writes more than novels woven with both contemporary and historical story linesalthough she does that with poignancy and realism. What Cambron has mastered is writing novels that are a testament to the past... to a time of both unfathomable loss and courageous sacrifice that we should honor in our hearts and minds.

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Compelling, haunting, and impossible to put down, Kristy Cambrons second novel in her Hidden Masterpiece Series is as intriguing and beautifully written as The Butterf ly and the Violin. Two stories in two time periods, skillfully woven, began with the unexpected and kept me turn-ing pages to the very end... Highly recommended.

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Fresh. Fascinating. Unforgettable. The Butterf ly and the Violin is a master-piece of a debut. From stunning cover to satisfying conclusion, this poignant novel marks Kristy Cambron as an author to watch.

LAURA FRANTZ, CHRISTY AWARD FINALIST AND AUTHOR OF LOVES RECKONING

The Butterf ly and the Violin held me captive from first note to final moment. Just like the beautiful violin Adele plays, Cambron lyrically weaves words and emotions, carries you through a simultaneously heart-breaking and uplifting story, and leaves you yearning for more. Absolutely spellbinding!

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The Butterf ly and the Violin is a powerful debut novel that weaves together a touching contemporary story with dramatic events in World War II. A compelling plot and an intriguing cast of characters illustrate that even in the darkest times, when evil seems impossible to overcome, hope can be found through trusting God and using our gifts as an act of worship. Readers of historical fiction will be captivated by this inspiring novel!

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ALSO BY KRIST Y CAMBRON

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A S P A R R O W

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A H I D D E N M A S T E R P I E C E N OV E L

B O O K T W O

KRISTY CAMBRON


Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.

JOSHUA 1:9 NIV


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Sausalito, California

The last thing a bride needs to fret over on her wedding day is whether the ceremony will take place.It was an unproductive thought in the midst of trying to

manage pre-wedding jitters. Nevertheless, the familiar doubt continued to plague her heart, and Sera James, still caught up in the shadow of an uncertain future, all but gave in to it.

She ran her fingertips over the string of pearls at her nape and stared out the first-f loor bedroom window of the Hanovers California seaside estate. She scanned the horizon, taking in the beauty of the setting sun as it created f lashes of diamonds across the bay, wondering if William had the same doubts. Would he be out there waiting on their beach?

A gentle knock drew her attention to the bedroom door.She turned and found the familiar face of her friend Penny,

who offered a hushed greeting from the hall. She presented a serene, pink-glossed smile.

Sera? Its time, Penny said, her voice whisper soft, and stepped into the oversized bedroom. Her strawberry blond hair hung in soft waves and danced about her shoulders as if tossed by the playfulness of the sea breeze outside. Everyones waiting.

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So he is waiting... for me.She dotted the corners of her eyes to catch the birth of soft

tears.GodWilliams not backing out. Even though our futures so

uncertain.Sera took a deep breath, hoping it would infuse her with

courage.With one last look in the antique f loor mirror, she gave a

final adjustment to the sweep train on her vintage column gown and asked, Well, am I ready?

Her hair was loosely tucked in a French chignon, with elegant, retro-inspired waves that shined like liquid chocolate against the thin, diamond-studded headband donning her crown. The silhouette was accentuated by simple pearl drops that dangled from her ears and the nipping of an intricate lace overlay in a deep V along her collarbone. She wore a pop of classic red on her lips.

Im overwhelmed, my dear friend. Penny grinned, eyes twinkling. The jade color of her tea-length chiffon gown shim-mered when she angled past the antique four-poster bed that expanded out into the center of the room. You are stunning. And I look at art masterpieces all day.

She winked on the last words.And I see our Sophies loan made it here, safe and sound.Sera reached up and placed a hand over the elegant pearls

resting over her collarbone, thinking of their friend. Yes. Sophie hated that she couldnt be here, but sent these pearls as the some-thing borrowed. She said every girl needs to wear pearls on her wedding day.

Penny nodded. Theres wisdom in that, Id say.Yes, there is. Sera instinctively smiled.Sophie Haurbech-Mason was the sweet old friend who had

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wedding day. Theyd tracked and found Sophie, the owner of a painting, who turned out to be a Holocaust victim whod been saved as a little girl by the paintings subject. In many ways, it was the connection Sophie had to that painting that began Seras own journeyto find love and to finally trust again.

But here she was, poised to walk down the aisle, and all of a sudden she wished Sophie was there to coach her through the moment. The pearls, lovely as they were, felt more like a lifeline than just a piece of vintage finery.

I feel like Im forgetting something, Sera said as f luttering once again threatened to overtake her stomach. She dropped a hand to her waist, trying to calm the butterflies that had made a home there.

You havent forgotten anything, Penny offered, and looked pointedly to the f loor where Seras toes peeked out from beneath the gown. Except youre barefoot. Here. Let me help you through all this.

Sera knew the last thing they needed was a bride to fall f lat on her face. She hooked her fingers through the straps of the heels on the bed and took Pennys arm. She picked up the delicate lace train and took careful, tiptoed steps.

Penny maneuvered them through the odds and ends that painted the bedroom in a sea of tissue paper, using the toe of her shoe to kick a white box out of the way in true Penny fashion.

How does he look? Sera dared to ask.Penny scoffed. I sure hope youre referring to the groom.

Because if youre talking about his gorgeous younger brother, Id say Paul Hanover is about as insufferable as ever. Spruced up for a wedding or nottheres little to admire of him except for that smile.

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William looks fine. Taking a few deep breaths here and there. Id wager hes not half as nervous as you. But then again, maybe your soon-to-be husband is just better at hiding his emo-tions. Penny paused, then tipped her shoulders in a light shrug. Most men are.

And what did you say about Paul? Are you two at it again?Fighting like cats and dogs? Whatever. I cant stand him,

even if he is something of a looker. We just cant seem to agree on anything. She stood tall and held Seras arms wide, to take a grand look at her. But enough of that. I can manage to put up with him for one night. Right now I want to marvel at you.

Sera took a calming breath and instinctively bit her lower lip over the slight f luttering feeling that continued twirling about in her midsection. She ran a hand down the vintage pin-tucked satin at her waist and brushed her palm along the side of the skirt.

You think hell like it?Penny nodded. Yes. But hes not marrying a dress. Hes

marrying you, she said, and squeezed Seras palms before letting go. And youPenny paused to hand her a nosegay of bright-red peonies from the hammered glass vase on the nightstandare beautiful. And youre not losing me, you know. At least thats what I tell myself, that were not really losing the friendship. Well still have it, despite the distance.

I know.So, do I need to give the old speech? About how youre not

really losing an assistantPenny shook her head over the glaze of tears that showed in her eyes and smiledbut gaining a husband?

No jokes, please. Sera laughed, emotion hitching in her throat. Not now. Im not sure I can take them from you.

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there anytime you need me. After, that is, we get every last piece in your gallery shipped out here. She smiled and wiped at a tear that was threatening to trail down her cheek. But trulyI hope all of California knows what a gem theyre getting.

And I know the one Im losing. How am I going to walk into the gallery every day without you by my side? Youre my best friend, Sera added, tearing up herself. I feel like Im being cut down the middle.

Oh nodont you do that. Penny began fanning her face with her hand. Think of raccoon eyes in the photos youll have for the rest of your life unless you stop it this instant! We still have weeks of work ahead of us to get the gallery moved to the West Coast. We can cry all we want then, okay?

She nudged Sera a bit with an arm around the shoulder.One last hug, she said, enveloping her in the sweetness of a

friends embrace. Now, off we go.Penny winked and led them down the hall.Sera followed behind her friend, past the office where shed

sat more than a year before, waiting for the head of the Hanover clan to greet her about a potential commission. The commission to find a painting of a Holocaust-era violinistAdele Von Bronand the unfolding of the story that would eventually bring them together.

They passed the great room, with its wall of windows and sweeping views of the water, its cozy fireplace and whisper-soft lighting, where she and William had sat on so many quiet eve-nings, talking and dreaming about their future together. Its where hed knelt down on one knee, with tears in his eyes, and asked her to be his wife.

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Are you sure he looked okay? Sera laid a light touch on Pennys elbow to pause their march toward the back door. I mean, he doesnt look like he wants to change his mind about all this?

Penny tilted her chin down and glared at Sera as though through a pair of bifocals.

Why would he dream of changing his mind? He followed you to Paris so you wouldnt have to go alone. Youve been engaged for months. And you love him. You told me yourselfhes the love of your life. Im quite sure he feels the same about you.

But we decided to go ahead with the wedding now on such short notice. We havent even packed everything up yet. Think of all the crates that still have to be shipped here from New York. The gallery is still under renovations and is months away from opening. And Wills just going back to school. Think of his life, and my work, and our families...

Youre about to walk down the aisle and you want to talk about crates and school schedules?

Sera felt a blush tinge her cheeks under her friends motherly stare.

No. Not exactly.Then what has you playing the role of the jittery bride? Its

not like you.Sera wished she could tell her what was going on behind the

scenes. But the truth was too difficult. Best to state the obvious and leave the rest out.

Im not thinking about old ghosts, if thats whats under-neath that intense glare of yours. Nerves about being left at the altar were put to rest quite a long time ago.

Good. It took Penny no less than a split second to chime in. Because the altar wont be empty this time. And your former fianc has no place in your vows today.

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the fact that we dont know whats going to happen tomorrow. Everything is so uncertain. After all, I could walk out there and

Marry the man you love.Sera stared back at the openness in her friends eyes, saw the

understanding, and finally exhaled the breath she hadnt real-ized shed been holding.

Thats it?Thats it. Penny nodded. You love him. Say I do. Pledge

your heart to him and for one day at leasther shoulders rose on a dainty shrug, as if the answer were just that simpleforget the rest.

Was it that easy to forget the uncertainty?Twilight greeted them as they stepped through the French

doors at the back of the house.Sera followed her maid of honor along the smoothed cobble-

stone path that was etched through the garden. It looked en-chanting, having been softened by the f lickering of tea-light candles that lined the path all the way to the edge of the sand.

Wait, she called out to Penny, who halted in her steps and turned round.

Whats the matter?Sera shook her head. Nothing, I just On a last-second

whim, she stooped and slipped her feet out of the classic white peep-toes. I need to leave something behind.

It felt right to lose the heels, as if she were choosing to hold nothing back. Sera was walking toward her future. It was waitinghe was waiting, out on the beach, for her. The shedding of one last barrier between them made her feel all the more free. She wanted to have the option to run if she chose.

Sera tossed her heels up on the cobblestone path and after nodding Penny on, took her first barefoot step down in the sand.

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A salty sea breeze caressed her cheeks as the beauty of the kalei-doscope sky and lively bay waters created a backdrop behind them.

The bay looked like it did all those months ago when shed first come to California; it toiled, deep blue and uncaged, stirring in chaos along the edge of the estate. It mirrored the circum-stances in which shed come into the Hanovers lives, they having been thrust into a legal battle to win back their estate and she, unknowingly at the time, about to fall in love with the eldest son when they first walked together through the sand.

William stood before her, in a gray linen suit and white oxford unbuttoned at the collar. His stance was relaxed. And he looked sincerely happy, with a wide grin that melted over his fea-tures the instant he locked eyes with hers.

Sera had to remind herself not to run all the way.She took each step slowly, remembering what it had cost

for them to reach this moment together. She saw the faces of his family beaming around them: his mother, ever smiling and supportive. His younger sister, Macie, was there with her hus-band, Eric. Penny had turned to stand opposite Williams younger brother, Paul, the free-spirited musician with the quick wit and wicked-good looks. Sera bit her lip over a suppressed smile at the thought of Pennys insides tying in knots at having to put up with the best man.

And then her gaze turned back to William.He waited patiently, with his hands clasped in front of him.

The sea wind toyed with his hair, leaving it the way she loved it: just a touch windblown across his forehead. And she smiled with sheer contentment, maybe for the first time, as her soon-to-be husband reached out for her hand.

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that was softened by a bower of brilliant summer peonies and banners of draped white fabric that f lowed in the breeze.

She handed her bouquet to Penny, then turned to William as she joyfully laced her fingers with the warmth of his.

He looked down at the hem of the gown shed lifted in her walk through the sand and tilted his head.

No shoes?Uh, she whispered back, feeling her shoulders tilt up in a

shrug. I guess I felt like leaving something behind.He winked at her. Youre stunning.Seras eyes misted.So are you, she whispered before thinking, then felt the

light tinge of a blush when he laughed at her automatic reply.Well, thats a first for me, Id say.Seras heart felt free on that beach.As she held Williams hands in her own, and as they exchanged

rings, pledging to love and honor him all the days of her life, Sera finally understood what it meant to find lasting love. William was an honorable man of Godthe best shed ever knownand now they would belong to each other.

The service was short, just the way theyd wanted it.The minister called the group into prayer, and Sera lowered

her head to rest on Williams shoulder. The words prayed over them were lovely. They were binding and spoke of such prom-ise for the blessings of the future. They almost made her believe what Penny had told her in the house: just marry him.

Thats it.The rest would just have to work itself out.The prayer ended and on a spontaneous smile that burst

forth from both of their lips, they were pronounced husband and wife.

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him, winding her arms around his neck as he leaned in to whisper a tender I love you against her ear.

William Hanover?The voice broke into the bliss of their lovely sunset beach.Seras eyes popped open.Williams body stiffened in her arms for only a moment, then

he placed a single kiss at the base of her neck and drew away. He took a step in front of her, as if to shield her from a threat. She drew up close behind him and threaded her fingers tight with his.

Evening Carter, William said, nodding to the older gentleman.Sera had met him a few times over the last year. He was an

acquaintance of the family, but she knew better than to think his presence on their beach was simply to offer his congratulations.

He nodded back, the gesture laden with quiet emotion.Good of you to come. Our families have been friends for a

long time, so of course youre welcome to stay and celebrate with us. William tilted his head to a long table set up not far from where they stood with vases of elegant blooms and tiny candles f lickering light through the fallen dusk. Weve only just been married.

Carter shook his head. I wish that was all I was here for, but there wont be time for dinner.

William raised his eyebrows and asked, Now?Im afraid so. Theyre waiting up at the house. Carter inclined

his head toward the glow of lights shining from the back windows of the estate house. There was activity: a car with blacked-out windows and a pair of men walking around, indicating that Carter had walked to the beach unaccompanied as a courtesy.

He then gave a respectful tip of his head in greeting.Evening, Sera.She didnt nod back. Instead, she leaned in closer to Williams

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This cant be happening.Not now.Her heart thudded beneath the lace overlay at her chest.Paul stepped forward and blurted out, Whats going on?

His customary bravado was evident in the stance he took in front of the newly married couple.

Stand down, Paul.William shot his younger brother a look that suggested he

not argue.The younger Hanover didnt seem inclined to listen to the

authority in Williams patriarchal tone. Instead, Paul crossed his arms over his chest and planted his feet deeper in the sand. He gave the unwanted guest a steely glare.

Someone should tell him hes trespassing on private property.William shook his head. Nows not the time to go into this,

Paul.Surprisingly, Penny took a step forward too, as if she was

drawing a line for which side shed chosen to fight. She looked every bit a member of the Hanover clan with bouquets planted at each hip and a scowl on her face, standing shoulder to shoulder with the younger Hanover brother in the sand.

Uh, Paul muttered under his breath and shook his head. He cant take you anywhere.

I think the fact that hes here right nowWilliam paused, then looked up to the house before continuingwould suggest he can.

The matter-of-fact edge to his tone gave every indication that he was in complete control. Sera had no idea how he managed it; she could have melted right there in the sand.

Paul notched his chin higher in the air.Then hell have to go through me.Macie stepped forward and draped her arm over their

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Its all right, he started, raising a hand to steady them. He turned to his younger brother and whispered in a voice only the three of them could hear, Paul, you cant know how much I appreciate your loyalty. I wont forget it. But right now I must ask you to think of the family. William tilted his head toward the group edging up behind them. And please step back.

Seras heart nearly broke when she turned to find Macie comforting their mother. Mrs. Hanover had bowed her head and continued to dab a tissue to her eyes. Those faces that had beamed with such unabashed happiness only moments before now looked on in stunned disbelief.

William stepped up and placed a hand on his brothers shoulder. Its not your fightnot this time.

Paul eyed him for a moment, considering. I dont care whats happeningIm on your side.

I know that. And when I need it, I can be certain youll have my back. But right now its out of your hands, little brother.

After a brief pause, the younger Hanover eased his stance, though he certainly didnt look happy about it. He nodded slightly, then took Pennys elbow in his hand and gently pulled her with him as he retreated back in the sand. He stood off to the side of the bride and groom but kept his rebellious air fully intact.

William nodded to Carter then before turning to Sera.He gently unlaced his fingers from hers, then brushed a

hand over the apple of her cheek. She tried to meet his hand, but her fingertips were shaking too badly to grab hold. He turned her palm and pecked a gentle kiss to her fingers.

I had doubts, Sera admitted, biting her bottom lip over the vulnerability of saying the very thoughts out loud. Before I ever stepped into the sand, I worried that you wouldnt be here. Not because you wouldnt want to but because of the uncer-tainty ahead of us. Whether we should have gone ahead with



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the wedding. But you did come, didnt you? You waited for me on our beach.

I fell in love with you on our beach, he whispered over the sound of seagulls pitching and soaring off somewhere behind them. From the first day. Remember that? When I was hiring you to find a lost painting?

She gave an embattled nod, pushing back tears.And I found you as well. So no, Sera, nothing could have

kept me away. Not even this. Im just sorry you only got to wear that beautiful dress for an hour.

Sera shook her head in defiance, never breaking the connec-tion of his eyes to hers, though they stung with hot tears.

Its not your fault, she said, then added a firm, I trust you.William looked back at her, he, too, keeping the connection

with her eyes, though a rush of wind blew in around them. It almost felt as if their dreams were scattering with it.

Will, she whispered, leaning into him. I trust you.He didnt answer her.Instead, he scanned the side of her face and brushed a lock of

hair away from her temple, its softness having danced about in the breeze that kicked up off the water. He calmed the tendril by gently hooking it behind her ear.

Let me go?Hed whispered the question, though it held such strength

that she felt she couldnt refuse. Not now, when everything theyd hoped for was being turned on end.

Can you do that, love?Sera nodded, though she dreaded hearing what was to come.

He gave a final squeeze to her hand before letting go. She forced her eyes to close when he walked away from her side, heard the chink of metal to metal before her heart officially sank, knowing that their world had come crashing down.

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bridal f lowers were quickly discarded in the sand at their feet. She cried, uncaring about the raccoon eyes now, realizing that what theyd been dreading was their new reality.

William Hanover, Carter said with feeling in his voice. Youre under arrest.


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March 15, 1939

Prague

Menacing clouds painted the sky over the Charles Bridge.Daylight was weak and unable to cut its usual path through low-hanging clouds that had forced an eerie blan-ket of snow over the city. Kja noticed the lack of light as they walked along the Vltava River and how the old town square was shrouded in a pitiful gray.

Good, she thought. How could we leave if the sun were shining?It was March and yet there was no promise of spring.No flowers adorned shop window boxes. Stoves still burned

throughout the day, warming Pragues citizens as during the worst chill of winter. It should have been gray on a day like this. Any other color would have convinced Kja she was dreaming. That the lovely old streets werent full of motorcars and scores of soldiers with loaded guns. The Czech people couldnt be stand-ing in the cold, some sobbing out clouds of frozen breath and others watching in stunned disbelief as a regime moved in to infect their city with red swastikas. She had to trick herself into believing that the snow mounded on the street corners was because the children had been at play and piled it into forts, not because it had been cleared so the Nazi army could move through unobstructed.


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She sniffed against the bitter cold. A punishing rush of air burned her nostrils.

Kja?Her attention was pulled from the activity in the streets

back to Hannah, her older sister, who had come from behind and hooked an arm around her elbow.

Come. We must hurry, she chastened, pulling her along.Hannahs voice was tinged with alarm. Though her whisper

was audibly soft, an unmistakable firmness chided in Kjas ear. The hand that tightened round her elbow was fused with caution, and Hannahs lovely golden eyes that had so often smiled back at her were, on this day, quite void of anything but fear. They stared back now with a layer of rebuke at her distraction.

You ought not look back.Im sorry. Yes, Kja said with a nod, and pulled the funnel

collar of her evergreen wool coat up tighter round her neck. I am coming.

It took courage to divert her eyes from the f lurry of activity around them, but still Kja obeyed.

It was the first time in years theyd stepped out on the streets without the Star of David sewn on their garments. Theyd never been so bold before; surely theyd be spotted. Found out. Detained and then

Kjas gloved hands shook, for the realization of what they were trying to do had become overwhelming. If they were caught without the proper identification on their person, the penalty would be severe. She tried not to think on it, even as they con-tinued their weave through the crowd. She was grateful for the thickness of her auburn hair; the chignon at her nape kept the chill of the wind from sneaking down the full length of her neck. To greet that, too, would have only added to her trembling.

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for them, walking along at a steady pace. Not so quick, though, that anyone would notice. He looked up now and then and would check over his shoulder, watching the army as it moved in. Hed even paused more than once and whispered that they were to stand still for a few moments and offer a Nazi salute to the car-avan of motorcars as they roared by. There theyd stood in a fog, the three of them caught up in the mire of their own minds, arms extended in cold salute to the Nazis as a mass of people lined the streets.

Jakob walked along now with clear purpose and strong steps to match. The train depot was miles away and he was clearly intent upon them reaching it, in spite of the German forces nip-ping at their heels.

Jakob? Hannah whispered and rushed up to his side. Can we not hire a car? The walk to the depot is too far and with the snow. . . She coughed lightly, trying to catch her breath as he continued walking. She shivered and drew her shoulders in closer to him. Please.

He shook his head, keeping his eyes focused on the city streets out in front of them.

A car would never make it through this. The streets are clogged with the military. And theyre checking every vehicle. Weve got a better chance on foot.

Well never make it.We must. Your parents will be waiting at the depothe

paused, stealing a glance back at Kjato meet us for the train.Kja watched as Hannah reached out with a gloved hand and

tugged at the sleeve of his coat. It was a latent plea, but enough that he halted and stared back at her.

The walk is too far andI swore to your father that Id see his daughters safely to the

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The crowd near them pulsed as a hail of snowballs tore through the air and dusted the front of a tank with tiny dots of snow. The f lurry of aggression startled Kja and she blinked back at the sight of it. It was like a sneeze against the charge of an angry rhinoceros. How could they think the snow would do any-thing but anger the beast? The convoy was undeterred and the action served only to agitate the crowd further. Several women cried out. Young men pelted the passing army with snow as sev-eral soldiers began to break form and move toward them.

Kjas first instinct was to step back, which she did, and almost turned her ankle off the side of the icy curb. She righted herself and clutched the small traveling bag she carried closer to her chest, looking at the nervous activity that continued to press in around them. While the German citizens saluted a wel-come to their countrymen, the Czech people were becoming increasingly unhinged. Rush to the depot or not, the three of them couldnt stand still when at any moment the marching soldiers could be poised to suppress the crowd with any means necessary.

Here! Hannah, Kja said, and tugged her sister back by the elbow. Over here.

Jakob followed until they were tucked in the small alley be-tween a butchers shop and an old apothecary with ancient-looking floor to ceiling windows. The shades were pulled down tight and the front door, made of old polished wood and delicately etched glass, looked as though it had been hastily boarded up from the inside. A Closed sign had been taped up in the window, though one side had come loose and the paper curled back out of view. It was a world boarded up against the coming storm.

Loud pops erupted in the distanceseveral of them in rapid succession, at which their little group froze in unison and exchanged glances. Jakob was tall, enough so that he could survey the horizon of the crowd over their heads. He squinted



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past the activity in the street, his attention drawn to the sight of something far off. Concern marred his brow.

Jakob. Hannah leaned into his side, nails digging into the sleeve of his coat. What was that?

Kja answered before she could stop herself. Gunfire?He shook his head.No. The tanks. Or a backfiring engine, Im sure.Hannahs eyebrows raised, accentuating doe eyes. They

appeared misty. From fear, perhaps? Kja slid a hand into hers and squeezed her palm.

Hannah erupted into nervous tears.Jakobthis is madness! Dont you see? We cannot make it!Do I need to tell you again what is happening here? He low-

ered his head so the brim of his hat tipped her forehead. Or can you look around and see for yourself?

But if we wait, surely we canWait for what? He shook his head. We have no time. If

you and your sister wish to get out of here, we must gonow. The visas I have may not even get us out today, but certainly not tomorrow. It is rumored that the chancellor himself is coming; security will be like weve never seen before. No one will get out then. You can pass for members of my family only so long before someone gives us all away. The daughters of one of Pragues well-known physicians would be spotted easily. The Nazis wont allow you to slip through their fingertips. Theyre grasping for you.

But if the chancellor comes, then surely he will bring order with him. I have heard that the worst the Nazis will do is make us all register. And shop at certain times of day. Well wear the stars on our clothing as they ask. What is so bad in that?

Hannah. Kja shook her head. I dont think they ask for anything.

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been burned all over Europe the previous November. About win-dows smashed in the streets and Jews who, as a result of the Kristallnacht programs, had gone missing in the night, never to be heard from again.

Were those missing men, women, and children registered too?

No, Kja. Listen. We are Christians, you and I, from our mothers family. Surely theyll see that in us. We have documen-tation and can prove our ancestry. And our parents mean no harm to the Third Reich. They are quiet people. Hannah waved her gloved hand out over the crowd. Theyre not like those who would challenge the Germans. They cannot be the tiniest threat.

There is no challenge in a handful of snow and that is all these people have. And though you may be Christians, the Nazis would consider you half Jewish because of your fathers heritage, Jakob whispered, though the harshness of his words cut into the air with a force of fog. They will register you and your sister, yes. Along with your father. They will dictate when you shop for any scraps of food that are left behind. You will wear your star and because of that they will spot you easily. Then eventually they will take you away from me, my Hannah, and kill you.

Like her sister, Kja was stunned to silence.The two women stared back, frozen, even as the passing con-

voy caused an eerie tremor to shake the ground beneath their feet and the crowd moved along in a dazed ebb and flow around them.

Kill us? Kja breathed out the question, sure shed been mistaken in hearing the words of prediction come out of her brother-in-laws mouth. Why? What have we done to them?

Yes. How do you know this? Hannahs voice was a shaky mumble at best.

It doesnt matter how, he whispered. It is the truth of it that is important, the truth of what will come.



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It matters to me. Kja took a step toward him. After the changes in legislation, Father told me that it would be best if we left for a while. Just for the ease of things. So our studies would not be disrupted. He expected that wed be gone a few months at most. When he suggested... I never thought... I never wanted to leave Prague like this. Not with our friends and neighbors in such danger. And Fathers own sister. Our cousins. How could he think of leaving them all here?

Jakobs forehead creased with what she judged as regret. We cannot help them now. We must help ourselves.

Then were not just going to stay with family in Palestine, are we? You believe well be gone longer than a few months. That war really is coming.

When Jakob didnt answer, Kja exchanged glances with her sister.

Hannah swallowed hard.Kja didnt need sunlight to see the truth; knowing shades

had already drifted across her sisters face.Were never coming home, are we?Hannahs face shifted as if she were finally giving up trying

to hide something, with the blast of engines and the cadence of soldiers footfalls tromping in the street behind them. War was no longer comingit was here. Staring them in the face. It was bleeding evil, trickling in the streets like vessels carrying death to the heart of Prague. Pushing them away from the only life theyd ever known.

You knew? Kja dared look back at her sister now and ex-haled in a frozen cloud of pent-up breath. Both of you, and you said nothing to me?

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Kja stepped back, as if shed been smacked across the face.She wasnt a child. In fact, at twenty-one, she was anything

but. Shed heard the same reports. Had listened as her father read newspaper articles about what was happening to the Jews once the Nazis had annexed the Sudetenland the year before. Shops had been raidedthough there was always proper justification cited. Businesses had been burned. Jews had gone missing. And no one asked questions. No one stood out against the Nazis who marched before them now, for fear that their family would be next. Some terrified souls had even done the worstcommitted suicide as a means to self-select out of the impending terror they were certain the Nazis would bring.

All of this Kja hadnt been shielded from. But never had it crossed her mind that their f light would mean theyd never come back. Not when Prague was wounded. Not when so many would be left behind.

Jakob stepped forward, compassion in the softness of his eyes, and addressed her directly.

Kja, we meant only to shield you until wed boarded the train. Your sister knew if we spoke of it, youd not leave with us today. Your father knew this as well. He made us swear to only tell you after wed all gone.

I cannot, she mouthed, even as her head began emphatic shaking on its own. We cant leave like this. Our friends . . . What about our aunt? And cousins? Theyre still at home. Just two blocks away from our front door. They havent any idea were leaving them.

We must. Hannahs voice cut in with a harsh whisper. Jakob is right. I shouldnt have stopped us, but I was scared and unprepared for all this. It sounded easier last night when we talked of the route to the depot. But this? It feels like were star-ing at the edge of hell somehow.

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marching continued, the eerie sound creeping up under her skin in a chill that pricked goose bumps down the length of her spine.

Kja, I should have told you. We should have. But Father made us promise to get out, no matter what. And that is why we must go. Jakob has a plan. Hannah looked up at her husband, her face wet and now streaked with half-frozen tears. Havent you?

He reached up with a finger exposed from the cut-out tips of his gloves and dusted it across Hannahs cheek. Yes. Well go to the depot and well board a train. No matter what, I swear it. And then well worry about tomorrow, yes?

Hannah gave a nod with seemingly renewed strength. She dropped her hands from Kjas shoulders but continued the steady stare.

Kja? Are you ready?Kja nodded along with her sister, though it was the last

thing she wanted to do.Worry about tomorrow? How could she? Kjas heart felt like

it was bleeding along with her beloved city. Here. Today. Where they hid in the alley and any hope had frozen in the snow at their feet. War meant everything. It could steal away today as well as tomorrow. It could take their beautiful city, and the souls in it, to hell and back without batting an eyelash.

Kja breathed out a prayer for them as they left the shelter of the alley and cut into the biting wind yet again. She trailed behind Jakob, murmuring soft words, not really knowing what to say to God but trying nonetheless.

Was he there? Did he see?God... is any of this really happening?The snow fell around them. Engines continued to roar. And

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It wasnt until she spotted her father on the platform that Kja felt like she could finally breathe again.

She saw him and their mother, he short in stature but so noble in presence, with his gold-rimmed glasses and steady shoulders weaving his way through the crowd. Her mother was walking behind quite closely, eyeing the crowd with a certain air of numbness painted over her features. Her fathers eyes lit up when he spotted them; her mothers misted with relief in connecting to the sight of her daughters appearing through the cloud of steam.

Jakob shook his head slightly, stopping her fathers advance toward them. His eyes darted over his left shoulder and then back again. Kja followed their path and noticed that a group of soldiers, armed and with icy cold voices, were arbitrarily order-ing passersby to surrender their visas for inspection. They looked rough and unfeeling. Their faces were void. Their eyes looked without soul as they detained person after random person.

Kja shivered and pulled her coat in closer round her neck.Jakob tilted his chin toward a small alcove behind a row of

metal stairs. It was shrouded in darkness and the group, follow-ing her brother-in-laws silent instruction, immediately edged toward it. The moment her parents joined them in the alcove, Kja dropped her bag to the ground and fell into the warmth of her fathers arms.

She cried, having no idea when bravery had left and tears took its place until she was sobbing against the scratchy wool star on the front of his coat. Her mother, always sweet and apologetic for pain of which she had no responsibility, ran the gentlest graze of a hand down the side of Kjas head. She smiled, a forced, mostly f lat turn of the lips, and with the elegance Kja had always seen in her, valiantly fought back tears of her own.



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There, there. My young Kja, her father soothed, speaking her childhood pet name as if it were honey on his tongue. We are all here. This is good. You see? God is watching out for us.

My girls. Hannah. Kateina. Izabel Makovsk whispered the words and pulled prayer hands up to her lips. They were trembling, much like Kjas had been out in the streets. And, Jakob. How can we thank you for bringing our girls here safely?

He pulled an arm around Hannahs shoulders and inclined his head in a quick nod.

No thanks is required, he offered, then pulled Hannah in closer. But I confess that I prayed with every step. And we have still to board a train out from here. And another after that.

Im sorry, Kja whispered, suddenly noticing how over-come with emotion everyone was, and began wiping at the front of her fathers coat. She stepped back, dabbing at the wetness under her eyes. I hadnt expected any of this. Not to cry now, when were all here. Im just so glad to see you. Kja reached for her mothers hand and she grasped it, gratefully squeezing her fingers. Both of you.

My dear Kateina, how does one ever expecther mother paused, eyes checking the soldiers on the platform, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightlysomething like this?

I dont know, Matka. Prague is no longer our own, is it?Her mother looked refined, as always, in the brave nod she

returned.This woman of stature in Pragues social circles wore her

breeding well, even as she stood in the dim, cobwebbed corner of the train station. She wore a dark mink coat, with gloves the color of a robins egg and a black hat with ostrich feathers that tipped down over her right eye. Pearl studs peeked out from her ears. Though frosted with gray at the temples, her hair was the deep auburn of her daughters. It, too, was pulled back, lovely and proper-like with rows of silky waves, just as shed always


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worn it. She was a picture of perfection in the midst of their crumbling reality.

Kja guessed that her mother had dressed up for the journey, even worn her best clothes. But why? Finery for what was ahead didnt make sense. She looked at her parents, barely listening to what was being said as her father whispered with Jakob, noticing only the etched image of them standing there in the darkness of the

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