She clung to the hoe, unable to budge. The Englisch woman was visiting the farm?Despite her speech to Jacob and Samuel that she wouldn’t carry the guilt about the blogger because she had done nothing wrong and people in the community knew Amish had moved in, she stood there facing her reality.This was her doing. Or maybe her undoing.She set the hoe next to the door as she left the greenhouse. The possibility of Jacob being discovered hung over her every waking minute. And over Jacob. Neither of them voiced their concerns, but the weight was like an unwelcome guest lingering between them.She hurried across the yard and saw the woman talking to Samuel, a notepad and pen in her hand. Samuel motioned the visitor toward the greenhouses or, perhaps more accurately, away from the barn.Panic pounded in Rhoda’s chest.Samuel’s eyes caught hers, radiating comfort. “Rhoda.” His tone assured all was well. “You remember Nicole Knight. You two met at the seminar a few weeks back. She’s a solar technician.”“Ach, ya.”
