youngest sister, Katie, came through the back door and stood on the other side of Mamm. Answering her husband, Hannah said, âOf course, Levi.â She gave her mother another hug then motioned for Katie to stay near their motherâs side. âIâll be back soon, Mamm. Levi will know what to do.â
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Levi walked toward her, Eli Troyer at his side. Leviâs manly shape only emphasized Eliâs teenage gawkiness. The boyâs long, gangly legs and arms had outgrown his pants and coat by a couple of inches. He had a thatch of blond hair cut in the traditional bowl style, but his hair was a shade or two darker than Leviâs. He was almost as tall, but his shoulders werenât yet as broad. In the Amish way, Eli, at age fourteen, had finished the last year of his schooling and would be helping out on the farm from now on or finding his own trade for when he married and had a family of his own. Of course, the teenâs face was smooth where Levi already had a beard, indicating he was married, which caused her heart to swell.
The last six months had been filled with a peace and contentment Hannah had never known. Leviâs heart was deep and full of a selfless love. The joy she had felt in the safety and comfort of his arms at night faded when she had spent time with Rachel. For her sister had been in mourning for her husband, and Josefâs death was most probably Hannahâs fault. If she hadnât invited Akiva into her mind and heart and welcomed him into her home, then none of those events would have happened. Guilt, at first a heavy stone in her heart, had accumulated into a wall between her and Rachel. But she couldnât confess what she knew and had done to Rachel. How could she tell her sister how horribly Josef had died? It would have been too painful and disturbing and might have risked the life of the child Rachel carried. But now, was Rachelâs disappearance another stone of guilt?
The seriousness of the situation kept her feet firmly planted in the summer grass as she waited impatiently for her husband and Eli to approach the buggy. She stood beside Pete as the horse dipped his head and nibbled the grass. She couldnât read Leviâs or Eliâs expressions shaded beneath the flat bills of their straw hats.
When they had arrived, Levi had first spoken to Ernest Troyer, Eliâs older brother, the one now considered the head of the family and farm. He had not been here when Rachel was working in the strawberry field yesterday morning, but his wife, Mae, had been. She last saw Rachel when sheâd taken their toddler inside for a nap, leaving Rachel alone. When Mae returned a couple of hours later, Rachel had been gone. Mae had assumed sheâd gone home as usual.
It was one of the other Troyer brothers, Ezekiel, who had suggested the youngest, Eli, might have seen something. He was the only one left on the farm that morning. So, Levi had walked out to the field where Eli was plowing, bringing him back to Hannah now. But did the teenager know anything?
âEli was in the barn yesterday,â Levi said as they reached her.
She pinched her hands together in an effort to quiet her galloping heart and looked at the younger manâs face. âDid you see Rachel then?â
Eli shook his head, and his gaze shifted sideways, avoiding hers.
âAre you sure, Eli? You didnât see Rachel?â
âI told you.â He gave a nod to Levi and left them alone.
Hannah stared at her husband. Her throat tightened on a sob. What would they do now? Where would they go? How could they find help?
Levi stepped toward the buggy and held out a hand for Hannah.
âLevi, she couldnât just disappear.â
âMaybe she is at the hospital.â
âYou know as well as I do that is not the case.â She covered her heart with a hand. âI can feel it. I know.â
He didnât deny or refute it. His lips flattened, pinching the