Maybe today Harvey would be ready to listen to Josiah’s account of what happened with the Graysons.Josiah couldn’t get that lost expression of Leah’s out of his mind. She felt alone, that was certain sure. Maybe she’d be cheered by what he and Abe had learned. Or at least she’d take comfort in the fact that her brother believed in her enough to look for the truth.He’d almost reached the lane when a car came spurting out, spraying gravel in all directions. Josiah pulled the mare up short. Even as well trained as Susie was, she tossed her head at the treatment.Recognizing cars wasn’t his strong suit, like it was for some Amish boys during their rumspringa. But he did recognize the driver—Phillip Grayson. What was Grayson doing here?Tension rose in Josiah as he urged the mare into the lane. Something must have happened.Geneva’s sedan was pulled up under the lilac bushes, and some of his strain eased. At least, whatever news Grayson had brought, Geneva Morgan had been here with Leah.Hurrying to the back door, he found both of them in the kitchen.
