The Dawn of Christmas Four years later Sadie rode in the front seat next to the hired driver. Her lips were pressed into a thin line. Summoned. Just like that. She’d been sent for. She held the letter from her parents, the one they had sent to her boss and trusted advisor. Loyd Farmer had given it to her mere hours ago, his elderly hands trembling in their usual manner. At least this mandatory family gathering wouldn’t be held at her parents’ or siblings’ homes in Brim. There would be no chance of encountering Daniel. Thankfully, she hadn’t been required to return home but a few times over the years. She could thank her Daed for that. He’d believed her about Daniel’s betrayal and had managed to stir up pity for her from the church leaders so they’d leave her alone, allow her to move away, and permit her to go on Mennonite mission trips. Normally, the church leaders would be heavily involved in an incident like the one with Sadie and Daniel and Aquilla. They’d hear all sides and render a verdict.
