This was what I had wanted my parents to experience when they came back to Ohio for Christmas, an old-fashioned Amish Christmas. Maybe it would remind them of the Christmases from their childhood, and maybe it would help them understand why I wanted to stay in Ohio for good. Ryan sat in the backseat of the SUV with my mother and Oliver. Even though he had a rental car, I had stopped at the hotel to pick him up. I didn’t trust he would be able to find the Grabers’ farm without GPS. Snow covered the crop fields on either side of the house and covered the roofs of the house, barn, and outbuildings like frosting on a wedding cake. I frowned. Why was wedding cake the first comparison that came to my mind? “The farm is beautiful,” my mother murmured. “It reminds me so much of Eleanor’s farm. . . .” She trailed off. I turned in my seat to look at her. “Mom, are you okay?” She waved away my concern.
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