Sarah My Beloved (Little Hickman Creek Series #2) - Plot & Excerpts
Like a caged, desperate cat, he clawed at his subconscious, frantic to tunnel out of the ambiguity."I'm here," said a honey-sweet voice. Hester? "Try not to move," she said.She had a deeply calming effect on him. Her simple touch and gentle manner of speaking eased the pain of his fevered skin. "Hester," he managed, but even as he spoke the name, his mind couldn't quite settle on her identity.His parched throat burned from lack of water, and no sooner had he voiced his need than a firm hand, the woman's, went behind his head to lift him for a sip of cool refreshment.What had happened to cause such burning over his face, his arms, his chest? Had he been to hell and back? Dear God, bring clarity to my jumbled head. But the minute he uttered the prayer he slipped back into a deep, dark hole of forgetfulness.A fallen pan roused him again, hours later perhaps, stirring him partially awake. His heavy eyelids lifted in search of something familiar. Quickly he determined he was lying in his old bed, the one he'd given up.In the other room, a feminine form in a long, flowered dress darted about, wiping her hands on her apron front, and hurrying from table to sink to kitchen cupboard.
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