Читать книгу Her Forgotten Amish Past - Debby Giusti - Страница 8
Оглавление“What happened on that studio lot that made me run for my life?”
Tears welled in Becca’s eyes. “Oh, Zeke, what if I’ve done something wrong? I told you about the blood on the carpet. What did I do? Did I cause someone harm?”
“Do not think such thoughts.”
“Look.” She pointed to where broken twigs and trampled underbrush curved left. “This is where I left the path. We need to follow that trail.”
Zeke took her hand. “Not tonight. It is late. We can come back tomorrow.”
She shivered.
“You are cold. Let me help you into the buggy. Wrap yourself in the blanket. The road is not far.”
As Zeke urged the mare forward, Becca glanced back to the fork in the trail. She would come back tomorrow. She had to know more about where she had been that first night. The torn fabric from her dress confirmed her presence.
What else would she find on the trail?
A section of bloodstained carpet? A knife?
She shivered again.
Or a dead body?
