A Second Chance by Sandra Becker

Being alone never set well in Hannah’s spirit.

Ever since her husband of twenty-two years passed away suddenly last year, Hannah had been trying to adjust, trying to get used to her new life of solitude, and trying to figure out why, in the middle of her life, she was all alone. She had no husband and despite several attempts and failed pregnancies, she had no children either. Hannah closed her eyes and remembered her husband, and went outside.
A Second Chance
A Second Chance by Sandra Becker
She trudged through the grass and trees to survey her farm. Surprisingly, everything looked dry. She looked up at the sky but she didn’t see a sign of rain. The sun shone down like polished gold. Hannah looked over the fence and saw her neighbor, Mrs. Bontrager. “Good morning.” “Good morning.” Mrs. Bontrager hollered over the fence. “How are you?” “Well, I’d be better if we could get a little rain,” Hannah said. “I know. It’s been so dry lately.” Hannah kneeled down to examine the crops. “I hope it doesn’t destroy our produce.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t.” Mrs. Bontrager shook her head. “I pray God’s mercy over us.” Hannah looked up to the sky and prayed, “Father, please send us some rain soon.” Mrs. Bontrager nodded silently. Hannah turned to her garden, sighed heavily, and then went inside. She needed this crop to be a good one, better than ever before so that it could help to pay off the debt on the land that her husband left behind. If only he hadn’t left so suddenly with a heart attack, she wouldn’t be in this predicament. Lord, why did he have to die at all? But Hannah refused to let the grief she felt for her deceased husband and her empty womb stop her from doing God’s will. She went out to the barn to feed her animals and talked to them lovingly just as her husband always had. She milked her cows, collected her eggs and even chose a few of her pigs for sale. Then she went back out into the field to check a few of her seedlings; some of them needed extra attention. Her neighbor came over to the fence again. “I see you’re back at it again. Why not get some of the boys to help you out?” Hannah stood up straight, wiping the sweat from her brow. “There’s a lot of work to be done but with my tight budget, I can’t really afford to hire anyone full time, at least not now.” The neighbor looked Hannah up and down. “Did you let folks know that you’re looking to hire?” Hannah wiped her sweaty hands on her apron. “Yes. I put up a Help Wanted sign on the side of the road but no one has answered it yet.” “Well, until then you’ll just have to keep pushing. My son can probably help out a little, just until you find someone.” Hannah smiled and thought about how nice it would be if she had her own son to help her. “Thanks so much for the offer but God will provide; I’ll be okay.” Mrs. Bontrager nodded and stepped away from the fence. “I’ll talk to you later.” Hannah waved to her neighbor. She seemed nice enough and kept to herself for the most part, but the woman had eight children, all healthy and strong. Hannah thought of her own life and how she had prayed for a child, just one child. She remembered the last one she’d lost two months after conception. Hannah and her husband were devastated. That was just two years ago but the memory was as fresh as if it were yesterday. Hannah wiped a solitary tear from her eye. The mailman stopped by to deliver the mail and Hannah walked to the mailbox to see what news today would bring. Just as she’d expected, it was almost time for another loan payment and since she had been using her small savings, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up. She calculated her expenses and realized that after she paid the loan, there would be nothing left. Her savings would be empty and she feared losing the farm and all that she and her husband had worked so hard for all of these years. She didn’t have any idea how she was going to make the next payments and she only had a few weeks to figure out something. She walked back to the garden and kneeled down on the ground to pray. Her body was tired and her soul was weary but she wouldn’t give up. Chapter Two After all of his years working in a town, Benjamin arrived back home. He nodded gratefully at the buggy driver. “Thanks for the drop off.” “No problem. Good luck to you,” the driver said. Benjamin looked around at the village. So much had changed, and yet it was still the same. As he walked up the dirt road, memories of growing up in this village crowded his mind and heart. He had been gone from the village for so many years that it felt strange to be back again. Yet after losing his wife to cancer a few weeks ago, he knew that he needed the kind of comfort he could only find in the familiar. The weird thing was that he hadn’t brought anything with him, except the clothes on his back. He had left it all. “Welcome back,” his uncle shouted from the front door. Benjamin smiled at the old man as he walked up to the front porch. “Thanks Uncle. It’s good to see you.” The two men smiled and embraced warmly as they hadn’t seen each other in many years. “I thought you’d be driving down.” The old man said, looking around for his horse and carriage. “No, I hitched a ride on a buggy,” Benjamin explained. “Your aunt is inside the house,” Uncle said. “I figured you’d probably travel light but where is your luggage?” Benjamin held up his one burlap sack and smiled, sheepishly. “This is all I’ve got, Uncle.” “That’s it?” Benjamin nodded. Uncle Jacob took him inside where his aunt hugged him. It was a big, warm bear hug, one that he hadn’t had since his parents were alive. “It’s so good to see you,” she said. “If only my brother could see you now.” Her eyes seemed to light up at the thought of it. “I want you to make yourself comfortable and you can stay as long as you like.” “Thanks. I appreciate that,” Benjamin said, but he had no intentions of being a burden on his elderly relatives. “What about your daughter, Miranda? How is she holding up?” “About as well as can be expected, I guess. She’s staying with her grandmother right now. With my busy work schedule at the restaurant… after Esther passed away, I…couldn’t keep up,” Benjamin explained. “Well, you’re here now and I hope we’ll get to meet Miranda soon,” Aunt Miriam said. “You have a nice little room; it was John’s room before he went off and got married,” Uncle Jacob said. “How is he anyway?” Benjamin remembered that he and his cousin used to be close when they were growing up. “I’d like to see him.” Uncle Jacob said, “Well, he doesn’t live far from us. I can tell him to come over later if you like.” “That would be great,” Benjamin agreed. “We were so sorry to hear about Esther.” Aunt Miriam said. “Yes, it’s been very hard. But by God’s grace, I’m still here, holding on.” “Amen,” Uncle Jacob said. “In time it will get easier, son. Time.” Benjamin nodded. It had only been eight weeks since he’d lost his wife and an ache had just begun to set in. In light of his loss, he was glad to be surrounded by family. He went up to his little room and settled in. Later his cousin, John stopped by to see him. “It’s good to see you, cousin,” John said, embracing Benjamin. “Same here,” Benjamin said. John sat down on the bed. “So my dad tells me that you came with no bags at all. Not even a horse. Does that mean that you won’t be staying long?” “To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure yet. I’m waiting for God to give me direction.” John nodded. “Yes.” “All I know is that I had to get out of that house. I couldn’t stand to stay there one more day. ” Benjamin sighed as he remembered the last days his wife spent in the house with the cancer ravaging her already frail body. “Not without my Esther.” “I understand and I’m sorry about your loss. I can’t imagine what I would do without my wife. How long has it been?” “Just eight weeks and two days. Long enough for the reality to set in but not long enough for the pain to fade out.” Every time Benjamin talked about her, he became numb. “Must be strange being back here though, after being in a larger town like the one you were living in.” “It does feel a little strange but in a good way. The slower pace is refreshing.” John chuckled. “I can’t imagine how it would be to live in a town.” “Very crowded and very loud.” Benjamin put his head in his hands. “I left my home and the restaurant, and here I am. I’m just trying to rebuild, to put the pieces of my shattered life back together. Problem is I’m not quite sure how to start. I am thinking of getting a job around here.” “Well, if you remember anything about farming, maybe you can help out around here until something turns up,” John suggested. “I’d love to do it. Just probably need a few reminders but I’m sure I’d catch on. Working outdoors with nature is probably just what I need right now. I have a feeling it’ll give me a peace of mind. Benjamin’s first day out on the farm was a bigger challenge than he’d bargained for. He got kicked trying to shoe a horse, squirted while trying to milk a cow and pecked when collecting eggs from the chickens. Then when trying to build a birdhouse for his aunt, he hit himself with a hammer so hard that his uncle had to take him to a doctor. He began to wonder if coming here was such a good idea after all. But at the end of the day, when everything was quiet and he sat on the front porch reading his Bible, listening to the soft breeze as it ran through the trees, he felt better. He ate dinner, a delicious country spread, filled with potatoes and gravy, green beans, fried chicken and biscuits, with his aunt and uncle, and it was very comforting. But Benjamin knew he couldn’t stay with them forever. If he decided to stay, he would need his own place to live and a way to provide for himself and his daughter. Moreover, he watched his uncle and aunt’s loving interaction, how they moved together, laughed together, and took care of each other. Benjamin thought about his wife and missed their relationship. He remembered the previous day’s conversation with his daughter at his mother-in-law’s house. It was just before he was leaving. “Father, when will you come back?” “I don’t know just yet, sweetheart, but it will be soon. I promise.” “I will miss you,” Miranda had said. “I will miss you too.” Esther’s mother told him to return quickly. “Benjamin, I don’t understand why you’re going there but I do know that this child needs her father. She also needs stability because she’s already been through so much. I think it’s best for you to come back at the earliest.” Benjamin told her that he would get back to her as soon as he could; and he meant it. He couldn’t bear to stay apart from his daughter, but he needed to start afresh. Even if it meant being away from Miranda. Benjamin sighed. If only he wasn’t so lonely. He closed his eyes and prayed. Lord, please take away this loneliness. Chapter Three It was finally Sunday and Hannah was as happy as she could be. She needed desperately to hear a word from God this morning. She searched her closet for an appropriate outfit and chose a gray cotton dress. Hannah turned around, looked at herself in the mirror, pinched her waistline, and decided that she’d probably lost a couple of pounds. With all of the work she’d been doing around the farm, coupled with the lack of sleep and stress about the loan, she wasn’t surprised. In fact, she hadn’t had much of an appetite lately anyway. Hannah slipped into her shoes, grabbed her black purse and was on her way. Once she reached downstairs, she ate a blueberry muffin and drank a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice before heading out the door. She got into her horse carriage and started out towards the road. She was so distracted by her own thoughts though, that she almost drove the horses right into a tree. Lord, help me, she pleaded before going down the road. Benjamin, his aunt, and uncle all piled into his cousin’s horse wagon, which was already filled with John’s wife and two children. Luckily the wagon could hold all of them if they squeezed together. “Thanks for picking us up this morning,” Benjamin said, feeling like a burden. “Oh, it’s no problem at all.” John said, “We always pick up Mom and Dad on Sundays. Dad doesn’t ride much anymore and it keeps the family close, you know?” “Yes, I know what you mean.” Benjamin remembered riding to the church service in his buggy with his wife and daughter. “Where is the community church service being held?” “The Bielers family is hosting it today.” Benjamin tried to recollect if he remembered them from the old days, but his mind drew a blank. “I guess I don’t know them.” John patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, brother. I will make the introductions.” For the rest of the ride Benjamin sat quietly reflecting on how nice it was to be around a loving family. Being here provided a warmth in his heart that he couldn’t quite describe, despite the nagging issues that were at the back of his mind. As Benjamin walked in, the Bielers welcomed him warmly even though he was a stranger. John introduced Benjamin and made some small talk before they settled to one corner of the big hall. Benjamin opened up his Bible and was about to read, but something in front caught his eye. He looked ahead and noticed a woman with red hair seated a couple of rows ahead. She looked hauntingly familiar. At first he couldn’t remember where he’d seen her before, but after a moment, he was able to identify her. It was his high school sweetheart, Hannah. He couldn’t believe that he’d actually forgotten about her, although it had been about twenty-two years. He watched her sit down next to a gentleman that he assumed was her husband. Benjamin thought about their last meeting and how Hannah’s father had promised her hand in marriage to another, causing her to break up with him. He’d been broken hearted. In fact, that had been the main reason he left the village so abruptly. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to bear seeing her with another person. After a while, other people filled up the rows and he could no longer see anything but a glimpse of the back of her head. She’d always had that long red hair covered in a prayer kapp. After the completion of a lovely and fruitful service, once they were out of the hall, Benjamin excused himself from his family and walked up to Hannah. He stood in front of her and said, “So how’ve you been?” Hannah’s eyes grew wide. She recognized him instantly but since she hadn’t seen him in over twenty years, she was shocked. “I’m blessed and how are you?” “Doing just fine, thank you.” Benjamin smiled. Hannah noticed that he revealed his still perfectly straight and white teeth. “Well, it’s so nice to see you again. What are you doing here?” Benjamin put his hands into his pockets and shrugged as if he was a little boy. “I’m here just visiting my family for a little while,” he said. “Oh, that’s so nice.” Hannah smiled and searched for the right words to say as her heart raced. Benjamin had been her first love and seeing him again brought back all of the emotions of that time. Benjamin took in her soft smile and gentle voice, remembering what it used to be like talking to her for hours. “You are here today at the church service.” “Yes, I am.” Hannah nodded. She wasn’t sure where the conversation was going. “Then you must still live in the area?” “Yes, actually I do.” Hannah’s cheeks turned bright red. She was embarrassed about her lack of travel experience. “I never moved far away. Been stuck in the same old village.” Benjamin studied her smooth face. There wasn’t a line or blemish visible. “I wouldn’t say you’ve been stuck. Sometimes old villages can have the most beautiful things in them.” “I suppose that’s true. What about you? I haven’t seen you around here in years.” “I’ve been living in a town a few miles away. I got a job, got married, had a daughter and was doing pretty good for myself.” Hannah nodded. “That’s good. I-” At that moment a burly woman interrupted by pulling Hannah away, “Excuse me, but Hannah, you’ve got to see what I brought for you. It’s in the wagon.” “It was good seeing you again,” Hannah added before disappearing into the crowd. Benjamin watched Hannah being escorted away by her friend and wondered if he’d ever see her again. “Oh well,” he told himself, “It’s probably for the best. I wouldn’t want to run into her husband anyway.” Benjamin went back to join his family but he didn’t mention the chance meeting that had taken place. That evening Hannah tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She wasn’t sure why seeing Benjamin again had upset her. Perhaps it was because she had unresolved feelings for him. In any case, she knew that she had to dispose of them. “God, please give me strength,” she prayed. After she’d broken up with him, he had understandably gone on with his life, and he had a family now; he had his wife and daughter. And she had no one. Hannah read a few passages of scripture and cried herself to sleep that night. Chapter Four Benjamin couldn’t believe that Hannah was as beautiful as ever. Secretly, he envied her husband for ending up with a rare jewel. Although he tried to put it all out of his mind, he regretted not standing up to her father and fighting for her so many years ago. He wasn’t sure it would’ve helped, but at least he wouldn’t feel like such a failure. In any case, he resolved that it was too late to think that way now; she was a married woman and it was over. Benjamin closed his eyes and with the help of his pain, drifted off to sleep. The next day when Benjamin went shopping at the local marketplace, he ran into Hannah again. This time he was excited; twice in two days was unbelievable. “Well, we meet again,” Benjamin said. “So I see,” she said. “Do you come here often?” “Oh, I’m just picking up a few things for my aunt.” Benjamin looked around and seeing that she was alone, offered to help her with her bags. “Let me give you a hand with that.” Hannah’s eyes seemed to dance in the sunlight. “That’s awfully sweet of you; thanks.” Hannah led him to her carriage. Benjamin placed her bags into her carriage, and then gave her a hand in climbing into it. “I couldn’t let you wrestle with all of that by yourself, not as delicate as you are.” Her hands were just as soft as he’d remembered. Get a hold of yourself; she’s a married woman, he thought. Hannah looked into Benjamin’s eyes and dreamed for a moment that things were different. Experiencing his kindness brought back memories of how it used to be between them, the long walks, the lingering glances, and the intense conversations. They’d courted in a buggy once. She recalled being squeezed up beside him, content as could be, as they rode through the quiet village. It had all been so romantic until her father confronted her about his promise to another man. Instead of defying her father, she chose to honor her father’s wishes, turned away her true love, and married her husband. Although her husband had been good to her, her father died only a few months after the marriage. Why had her father required so much of her? And why did it seem her Heavenly Father was requiring so much of her now? It had all been buried but now it was all rising to the surface. “Thanks again,” she said as she hopped into her horse carriage and drove away. She couldn’t show any signs of what she had been thinking. “He is a married man. Help me Lord, with my temptation.” she prayed. Chapter Five An entire week had gone by and Hannah had kept a low profile. She didn’t want to run the risk of seeing Benjamin again. She’d hoped he would have packed up and was on his way back to his own village by now. By Monday she was back to work again but the good news was that it was raining. She came inside the house from her morning rounds dripping wet. She didn’t know if there would be enough rain to save her crops but she was grateful for it nonetheless. She’d calculated her finances a million different ways, and looked at the bills a million different times but still the situation was no better. She managed to interview a field hand to help with the chores, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hire him or not. He was new in town and didn’t have any references to speak of so she wasn’t sure if she should trust him with her property. She remembered that she needed to get to the money lender in time to make a payment. Hannah didn’t want to go back out but it didn’t look like the rain was going to stop anytime soon so she had to take her chances. She ran out to her horse carriage, and made it down to the lender’s office in quick time. On the way back from the lender, the carriage started to wobble. Hannah pulled over by the side of the road. She couldn’t believe the messes she got herself into. She got out into the rain and examined the carriage to see what had caused the problem. Apparently the reins had come loose. When she tried to connect the reins, she realized that the latch had broken, not allowing her to reconnect it properly. After a few minutes of trying, she realized there was nothing she could do. As she was about to start walking and signal for help, a wagon pulled up beside her and a man hopped out. Before she knew it, she saw that it was Benjamin. “Hannah? What are you doing out in the rain?” He glanced at her carriage. “Looks like you need some help.” Hannah had tried to avoid him, but his genuine concern melted away her anxieties. “Unfortunately, it does look that way. I was on my way home but it looks like my carriage has broken down. The latch came off.” “Look, it’s pouring down hard. Why don’t I just drop you off home and we can take care of this later.” “That sounds like a good idea under the circumstances.” She tried to fake a smile but it didn’t work and Benjamin wondered what was bothering her. He lent a hand and she hopped into the passenger seat with him. “This is my cousin’s horse wagon; he let me borrow it to run a few errands.” “I see,” she said, nervously. Hannah guided him to her house but she insisted that he leave her at the front entrance and not take her up to her house. Once she was at the front gate of her farm and standing in the rain, she looked up at him and said, “You were always a good man.” “Seems like I’ve just been in the right places at the right time lately. That’s all.” “Well, whatever it is, I thank you,” she said. “Oh and I’ll need to see the broken carriage piece if you have it.” She handed him the piece that was in her hand and their eyes met before she turned to walk down the long road to her house. When Hannah got inside the house, she was confused. Why is he still here? And why do I keep running into him everywhere? She hadn’t even bothered to ask him what his plans were but she made up her mind that the next time she would. She stared out of the window at the rain as it splashed against her window. She’d prayed for rain and it was here. Now she prayed that it would be enough to save her. While riding back to his aunt and uncle’s house, Benjamin wondered where Hannah’s husband was. Perhaps he was working out of town, he thought. A strange feeling came over him and he wondered if he was doing the right thing by helping her. He wrestled with his own conscience but he knew he couldn’t just leave any woman stranded in the rain. Once Benjamin arrived at his aunt and uncle’s house, he sat down with his cousin. “How have things been going? Any leads on jobs?” John asked. “Not really. I’m afraid I’m probably going to have to leave this paradise and go back to my real life soon.” “I hope not. How can I help?” Benjamin shook his head. “There’s really not much more any of you can do than you’ve already done. Now it’s up to God to open a door for me. If I’m supposed to stay, He will give me a sign. But I am worried about my daughter crying about her mother. Not to mention, with my money and time running out; it’s not looking so good.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” John said. “Yes, me too. I will have to take a decision within a week whether to stay here and find a job, or go back. Time is slipping by.” John snapped his fingers. “Well, do you believe in miracles?” Benjamin shrugged. “Of course I do.” “Then something can turn up by then.” “You’re right.” Benjamin nodded. “The rain looks like it may be clearing up. I’m sorry but can I borrow your wagon again to help a friend?” “Sure but I’ll need to ride with you so I can take care of my business too.” John chuckled. “No problem. That’s even better.” Benjamin grabbed a hammer and some nails before going out of the door. The cousins loaded up in John’s wagon and headed down the road. He stopped at where Hannah’s horse carriage had broken down. He took out the hammer and nails and started to repair the broken carriage latch. He checked the horses’ bridle and reconnected the reins. Surprisingly, he was able to fix it almost as good as new within a few minutes. Benjamin steered Hannah’s horse carriage back to her farm with John following close behind in his own carriage. This time, of course, he drove till the front door. When Hannah heard a knock on the door, she was startled. Benjamin stood in the doorway grinning. “I told you I’d be back but it happened sooner rather than later.” “Oh thank you.” Hannah peeked outside to see her carriage parked out front. “That was so fast; you’re a wonder with a horse carriage I see.” “No, I can’t take any credit; it was even easier than I thought. I tightened everything for you and reconnected the reins and the bridle. Everything seems to be just fine and your horses sure look happy.” Benjamin motioned with his hands. Hannah remembered how he liked to talk with his hands. She remembered the long afternoons they spent talking. Her attention snapped back to the present. “I really appreciate this. Would you like some coffee?” Benjamin wanted to say yes with all his heart but he remembered the time and place they were in. They were no longer teenagers and no longer in love. “No, thanks. I’d like to but… I’ve got to go.” Benjamin looked into her eyes dreamily before turning to leave. “Okay, but thanks for your help.” But he was already gone, running down the walkway. Hannah stepped outside and saw Benjamin climbing into John’s carriage. She waved to John. John waved back at her. John tugged the reins on his horses, and pulled away from the house. “Oh, that was Hannah’s carriage? I should’ve known. It looked familiar.” “You know Hannah?” Benjamin didn’t know why he was surprised. Living in the same village, John and Hannah would be acquaintances if not friends. John drove down the road slowly. “Yes, I have known her for a long time. In fact, I am surprised you knew her.” “Oh, we were childhood friends,” Benjamin explained. “You were?” “I’ve never told anyone this but she’s the reason I left.” Benjamin swallowed hard. After all these years, it was still hard for him to talk about. “I loved her but her father made her marry someone else.” “Oh, I didn’t know.” John took one hand off the reins and placed it on his cousin’s shoulder. Benjamin threw up his hands. “Yes, but it’s all water under the bridge now.” John looked at Benjamin just as he was approaching the front gate. “Why can’t you two start again? I mean she’s a widow and you’re a widow…” Benjamin could hardly believe what he was hearing. “Wait a minute. What did you say?” John stopped driving. “I said she’s a widow and you’re-” “I didn’t know she was a widow,” Benjamin said. “Yes, her husband passed away last year. Did I miss something?” “Yes, I may still have feelings for her.” “Oh.” John didn’t know what else to say. “All this time I thought she was married.” Benjamin was still in shock. John pulled on the horses’ reins again, but turned the wagon around to go back to the house. “Well, she’s not. Why don’t you go back inside and talk to her. I don’t know; tell her how you feel.” “Maybe I’ll try.” Benjamin took a deep breath as he tried to absorb everything he’d been told. “Give me a minute.” “No problem.” John chuckled as he drove. As soon as John stopped the wagon, Benjamin jumped out, ran back to the front door and knocked. Hannah peeked out from the curtains, and then opened the door. “You’re back? Did you forget something?” “Yes…you,” he said, searching her face to see her reaction. “I beg your pardon”, Hannah said, totally confused. Benjamin stepped inside but leaned against the wall. “I never knew you were a widow.” “Yes, my husband passed away a year ago. I’ve been alone ever since,” Hannah said. “And my wife passed away a little over two months ago…” Hannah didn’t know quite what to say. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. I thought that you were-” Benjamin smiled. “Married?” Hannah covered her mouth as she smiled, foolishly. “Yes.” “No, that’s why I came back here, to start over. I’ve just had problems finding a job so I could stay.” “Well I’ve got a part-time job I’m hiring for. I’m just looking for some help around the farm.” Benjamin snapped his fingers. “That would be perfect. That would be my miracle.” “Then you could stay?” “Yes, I will be able to,” he confirmed. “Well, that would be my miracle.” Hannah looked into his eyes and was drawn to him. “What about your daughter?” Benjamin gestured with his hands as usual. “She’s with her grandmother but once I find a place to live, then I’ll be able to bring her out here.” Hannah nodded as she tried to process all of this information. “That sounds great.” She truly could not believe her ears. God was so merciful. Benjamin went over to the window and began to dream. “Why, with all this land, we could get everything in tip top shape around here, the vegetables and fruits, the pigs and chickens, with your making of the jellies and jams, and with my selling know how, this will be the most profitable farm in the village in no time.” Hannah couldn’t stop smiling, so much so that her cheeks hurt. “And how would I ever repay you?” “A full time job for starters, as soon as sales pick up that is…” “Done,” she said, smiling. “And I’m sure we can work out the rest of the details later.” Benjamin smiled back. “Fair enough.” Hannah walked into her kitchen. “Now, would you like to have that cup of coffee?” “I sure would.” Benjamin went to the door and signaled to John that he could leave. “I’m so glad that I found you again.” Benjamin looked at her, admiring the rare jewel he had let get away from him once. “I’m glad that we found each other,” Hannah said with all the potential love in her heart swelling and overflowing. Benjamin’s eyes shone back at her. God had given them a second chance.


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