by Karen Malley
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication & Acknowledgements
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A Devotional Moment
A Sneak Peek at the Next Book in the Series:
Sneak Peek Chapter 1
Sneak Peek Chapter 2
Thank you
You Can Help!
God Can Help!
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Following the Sparrows
Karen Malley
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Dedication
For Mom: my first reader and my biggest fan. You taught me I could do whatever God wanted me to do. Thanks for your encouragement and faith in me, Mom!
Acknowledgements
First and foremost, thanks to God for giving me the patience, the desire, the words, and the reason to write. Thanks to my family, who tolerated my many hours pecking away at the laptop. Thanks also to Marlene Bagnull, who through the Greater Philadelphia Christian Writers Conference provided me with writing advice and meetings with editors who helped me polish the manuscript. Thanks to Karen Holl for her early suggestions and edits. Thanks to my editor, Susan Baganz, for her hard work, and to Nicola Martinez for the beautiful cover. Thanks to the amazing team at Pelican Book Group including the fantastic group of authors for all their encouragement. Finally, thanks to you, the reader, for this is all for you. God bless.
1
Robert crossed the kitchen and thrust out his hand. “Want to explain this?”
No, no, no, no! That was the last thing she needed this morning. Kathryn grabbed back her latest monthly pill pack and shoved it into her pocket. A flush rose in her cheeks. “What’s to explain?” She turned toward the coffee pot.
“Are you still taking them?”
Kathryn froze, travel mug in hand.
“They wouldn’t have been under the mattress if you weren’t trying to hide something.”
Kathryn whirled around. “Well maybe you shouldn’t go around snooping.”
“I was taking the sheets off the bed, for Pete’s sake. And that’s not the point. I can’t believe you’ve been lying to me all this time.” His hands clenched in tight fists.
Kathryn pierced him with her gaze. “I didn’t lie to you.”
Robert took a step toward her. “I thought we agreed on this, Katie. Every month I hoped to hear I would be a dad, waiting for you to tell me the news, but no, you’re still taking those stupid pills. Joke’s on me, I guess.”
Kathryn’s voice quavered. “You don’t understand.” How could he?
“You’re right. I don’t understand! How can my wife lie to me for months, a year even, about something this important?”
“I can’t do it. I don’t deserve to be someone’s mom.”
Robert’s expression softened. “Katie, I know it’s scary, but we’re in this together. Sure, we’ll make mistakes, but…”
“I’ve made enough mistakes. I don’t need to mess up someone else’s life.”
Robert’s face clouded. “What mistakes? You keep saying things like that. What happened to you?”
She did not want to have this conversation. Maybe playing ignorant was the way to go. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. You’re not the same person you used to be. Back in college we talked about our future, about having a family. Ever since we left California… no, ever since that last year in California, you’ve changed. Now all you care about is working all the time. You won’t even talk to me.”
“I talk to you.”
“Not in any way that matters. Not about what’s going on in your head. I want to understand you.” Robert gently lifted her chin so her eyes met his. “I’m going to ask you again. What happened to you? Why are you now such a terrible person you don’t deserve to be a mom? Why don’t I deserve to be a dad?”
The guilt threatened to swallow her. How she wished she could tell him the truth. “You do. I’m…I’m just not ready yet.”
Robert sucked in a breath. “Will you ever be?”
Kathryn responded without thinking. “Is that all I am to you? A way to be a dad?”
Robert winced as if she’d physically dealt the blow. She’d gone too far, but his questions resurrected something she couldn’t bear to face.
Robert spoke again, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t even know you anymore. Are you really trying to tell me nothing has changed?”
Kathryn wanted to lighten the tension. “Nothing happened. I’m still me. I work hard, that’s all. You knew that about me before we got married.”
Robert’s frustration showed in his face. “Right. Everything’s fine. I get it. I wish one day you would realize you can trust me. You can talk to me. How can I take care of you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong?”
Kathryn’s gaze narrowed. “I don’t need you to take care of me. I’m not that little freshman an
ymore. I’ve grown up, and you need to accept it.” She turned back toward the coffee maker. “I need to get to work. Can we talk about this later?”
Robert waved a hand. “Whatever. Put it off like you always do.”
Kathryn filled her mug, grabbed her bag, and started for the door before realizing Robert stood between her and her exit.
“Wait. Don’t leave like this. I love you.”
Kathryn’s gut clenched. “I’m sorry, Robert. I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t be silly.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Have a good day.”
~*~
As Kathryn eased into her lab coat, a sense of calm washed over her for the first time all morning. Standing in front of her hood, watching the magnetic stirrer spin the amber liquid in her reaction flask, her world made sense. Ask her to develop a new synthesis for a complicated molecule or design a series of compounds for a new drug target, and she could do it without batting an eye. But figure out how to deal with the situation with Robert? It was like trying to do a fifty-step synthesis with a perfect yield. She’d never seen him so angry before.
Why did things have to be so complicated? He’d been nice this morning, of course. He was always nice, even when he had a reason not to be. It was like being married to a saint, for crying out loud. The problem was, he was right. She had changed. Telling him what happened was out of the question. So was having a baby, for that matter.
She pulled on her gloves and dipped a pipet tip into her flask to sample it. Work. Focus on work. That was the answer. She had proof she’d been making progress. She no longer thought about it every day, no longer looked over her shoulder, afraid Charlie would be standing there. She’d never be free of it, though. Not unless she got this project to work. That was her only hope. She tipped the drop from the pipet into a vial and filled it with solvent.
“Hey, Kathryn,” called Li, the chemist who worked in the hood next to her. “What’s the boiling point of acetonitrile?”
“I think it’s around eighty, let me check.” Kathryn pulled off her glove, reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, and stared at the pack of pills in her hand. Glancing around, she stuffed them back into her pocket. “Sorry, I left my phone at home.”
“No biggie—I think you’re right,” Li said. “I’ll finish setting this up and then double check.”
Kathryn groaned. Just what she needed—to be carrying around her pills instead of her phone. What a morning. She brushed the thought away and dove into her work. After isolating the product from her reaction, starting two new ones, catching up with her lab notebook, and meeting with the biologists to go over the latest data, she barely found time to eat lunch, much less think about Robert or her past.
As the day drew to a close, though, she couldn’t shake her unease. The feeling grew and swelled in her stomach, as if she’d swallowed something she shouldn’t have done. She stretched out the kinks in her back and stepped away from the lab bench. What a long day, even by her standards.
It wasn’t fair. Work usually afforded a haven, a place to tune out everything else. This was where she could forget about perfect Christian Robert trying to make her into something she wasn’t. Forget about Charlie and everything that happened in California. She scowled at the flasks in her hood and her pile of dirty glassware. It would keep until tomorrow. She wouldn’t be able to get anything else done tonight anyway. It was time to face the music with Robert. She peeled off her gloves, shed her lab coat, and headed out.
The summer heat hit her full in the face when she opened the door. The air was thick and heavy. By the time she reached her car, the hairs that had escaped her ponytail clung to her neck. After turning the key in the ignition and throwing the car in reverse, she bucked in her seat as she shifted to drive too quickly. She forced herself to drive cautiously out of the parking lot, all the while anxious to get home and leave the dread behind.
As she pulled up to a traffic light, Kathryn glanced at the car next to her and froze. She sank in her seat and shoved her sunglasses against her face. A honk from behind jolted her—the light turned green. Stealing a glance to the right, the car was gone. Hands trembling, she made it the rest of the way to her neighborhood on autopilot.
She sat at the stop sign at the edge of the development until her breathing returned to normal. She talked herself down, her eyes glued to the rearview mirror. “Be rational. It’s been three years. How can he still wreak this havoc? What would he be doing on this side of the country anyway?” She rubbed her temples. “It’s not Charlie. I’m only thinking of him now because of this morning.” She took a deep breath. “Got to put on a calm front for Robert.”
She pulled in the driveway and pressed the button on the garage door opener. Her face paled as she took in the empty garage. Where was Robert? What if…what if Charlie went after Robert? After all this time of trying to protect her husband…
Kathryn ran into the house and found a note on the kitchen table.
Katie—I’m having dinner with Anne and Mark. I tried to call… Love you, Robert
She let out a breath and leaned against the counter. Robert was fine. She cursed at herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She was not some hormonal teenager. Why was she so agitated today? Nothing about this day was normal.
She picked up the note.
Robert still called her Katie. His sister, Anne, did too, and naturally her brother-in-law, Mark, picked up the habit. A twinge of guilt shot through her. At least the note showed Robert wasn’t still angry. He tried to call. She should go find her phone.
Her stomach growled in protest.
Dinner first and then the phone.
She popped a frozen pizza into the microwave. No wonder Robert went to the Campbells’ house. Who wouldn’t prefer Anne’s cooking to this frozen nightmare? It was good Robert’s sister’s family kept him company. Maybe spending time with his niece and nephew would take some of the pressure off.
Probably not. He’d been waiting a long time. A very long time.
She sat at the table with her pizza and diet soda. Here, with the familiar cherry cabinets and the hand carved table she’d bought on a rare antiquing trip with her mom, the anxiety drained away. The quiet enveloped her, with nothing but the sound of the wall clock ticking away the seconds. This was home. It was safe here. It had to be. She savored the quiet more than her dinner.
The ring of her cell phone made her jump. It must be Robert again. He was awfully late. Maybe he fell asleep on Anne and Mark’s couch. She found the phone on the hall table, Robert’s picture lighting the screen.
“Hey, sorry I left my phone at home.”
An unfamiliar voice answered her. “Ma’am, I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m calling you because this is the emergency contact number for this phone. You recognize this number, I presume?”
Kathryn braced herself. “Yes. This is my husband’s phone. What happened?”
The deep voice answered. “My name is Officer Stevens. There has been a car accident.”
Kathryn fought against the panic rising in her chest. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, forcing herself to listen to the officer.
“We located the phone outside the wreckage of the car. Your husband was transported to County Hospital an hour ago. He’s in critical condition. I suggest you get there right away. We’ll arrange for his phone to be brought to the hospital. I’m sorry, ma’am. Are you in the area? Should we arrange for a ride for you?”
“Th-thank you, but no. I’ll drive myself,” Kathryn stammered.
She grabbed her bag and allowed herself to speed for the first time in her life. Amazingly making it there in one piece, she rushed through the front hallway toward the emergency room, slamming into a broad chest. Before she could fall backwards, strong hands steadied her. She glanced into the stranger’s face and muttered an apology. His dark eyes bored into hers. Startled, she disentangled herself from him and continued down the hall, but couldn’t help glancing back over her shoulder. He
still stood where she’d collided with him, an elderly woman at his side.
She hurried to the emergency room where she found Anne huddled in the waiting area. “Anne, what happened?”
Anne jumped up and wrapped Kathryn in a huge hug, tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Oh, Katie. You’re here. Mark’s been trying to call you.” She grabbed Kathryn’s hand. “Robert was on his way home from our house. He was on the phone with Mom when the accident happened. She immediately called us in a panic. Come, sit.” She pulled Kathryn down on the seat next to her.
“How is he doing?”
“He’s in surgery now. I don’t know much.” Anne dabbed at her nose with a tissue. “They said something about broken bones, internal bleeding. Don’t know anything else.”
Kathryn let out a long breath. “Then he could still be OK, right?”
Anne met her gaze with watery eyes. “They aren’t optimistic. He lost a lot of blood. It took them a while to extract him from the car. But God can do anything. I’m praying as hard as I can.”
“Praying?” Kathryn snorted. At Anne’s wounded expression, Kathryn stilled. “Sorry. Yes, please go ahead. It can’t hurt.”
She settled herself into the family lounge next to Anne. She pulled out her phone, noted the missed calls from Mark and from Robert and was about to check her email when she shoved her phone back in her pocket. Email could wait. She wouldn’t be able to focus on it anyway.
As the minutes dragged on, her gaze wandered around the room. An older man with gray curls framing his face reclined in his chair, his eyes closed. An olive-skinned man in his thirties stared off into space, while a young blonde woman busied herself with her phone. They all seemed so normal, so calm. Not as though they were waiting to find out if their whole world would be turned upside down.
Kathryn leaned back in her chair. Closing her eyes, the drone of the TV at the end of the waiting room faded. How could this happen? What would she do if Robert didn’t make it? She shook her head. No. Robert was young and strong and would fight this.