Two weeks had passed since Amos and Mary’s deaths, and Adam’s world had been turned upside down. In addition to seeing that his sister and brother-in-law received proper burials at the Amish cemetery back in Nappanee, he’d brought Mary’s three girls and their belongings to his house last night and didn’t have a clue how to properly care for them. Carrie, who was small for her age, seemed timid and whined a lot. Linda was full of nervous energy and had a bit of a temper. Then there was stubborn Amy. Because she was the oldest, she liked to take charge and tell her sisters what to do. When they’d arrived last evening, Amy had made it clear that she didn’t want to live with Adam. Even when he’d been with them in Nappanee, it seemed nothing he said or did was good enough. The girl’s belligerent attitude didn’t help at all. Of course, who could really blame her? She’d not only lost both parents, but she’d also been uprooted from her Amish community and the only home she and her sisters had ever known.
