A Merciful Secret(125)

By: Kendra Elliot


“You’ll end up together,” Salome had suddenly said in the middle of a discussion about hospital food.

“What?”

“Truman.”

Mercy had squirmed, uncomfortable with the personal observation from someone she barely knew. “Probably.”

Salome’s perfect brows rose. “Probably? Like you have any say in it?”

“Of course I have a say in it.” Mercy scowled. “It’s my life.”

The woman had chuckled. “Oh yes, but your fate is already laid out. You just think you’re leading the way.”

Psychobabble.

But then Salome had tipped her head, studying her with dark eyes. “It’s rare for me to see it. My mother was better at it. But you have . . . nearly invisible threads that stream between you and Truman.”

“Threads?”

Salome shrugged. “More like a spider’s silk. Barely there. It’s hard to explain, but twice I saw them glimmer. They can’t be broken.”

Mercy stared at her.

Salome had sat back in her chair. “Don’t listen to me.” She brushed aside the topic with a hand. “I mutter on about weird things sometimes. It’s nothing.” She pointed at Mercy’s tray. “But seriously, that doesn’t look anything like chicken. I don’t know what that is.”

Mercy had continued the discussion about chicken as if nothing had happened.

But the conversation stuck with her. Because in the forest, when she’d turned her head away from Gabriel and spotted Truman, thin silver and blue lines had glinted in her vision. Lines from her to Truman.

It was the light reflecting off the snow.

I was losing blood and nearly unconscious. Of course I would see things.

She didn’t know what to think of Salome’s words. But it was a lovely concept. Fanciful and storybook.

“Mercy?” Truman asked. “Are you uncomfortable with me helping you rebuild?” His eyes feared her answer.

“No! Not at all. I was just thinking about how we’d get started.” She smiled, pleased to see his apprehension immediately retreat. “I’d love to do this with you, and I know Kaylie will approve.”

Delight filled his face. “Thank God. I was terrified that you would be being willing to walk away from all this. That’s not the woman I know.” He pulled her to him and then took her face in his hands, his eyes dancing. “I can’t wait to work together on it.” He kissed her long and deep.

Mercy sank into the kiss, imagining multicolored threads spinning around them, catching his anticipation about their future.

One they’d build together.





ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to everyone at Montlake who supports me and my books: Anh, Jessica, Kim, Elise, and Galen. There are many other people who work behind the scenes to make my words come to life . . . They are the best at what they do, and I am thankful every day that Montlake is my home.

Thank you to Charlotte Herscher, who is gentle and precise with her red pen. Her valuable insight makes my books better.

Thank you to Meg Ruley, who leads the way and loves to handle the author business dealings that make me cower. I’m grateful she’s in my corner.

Thank you to my girls and Dan, who give me the space and support to get my work done. The life of a working writer is a messy one. We remember nothing and make decisions based on how many words we need to write that day. School clothes? Dentist appointments? Dinners? Grocery shopping? Sometimes . . . often these things are pushed onto the back burner. I’m lucky my husband knows to pick up my slack.

Thank you to my readers. You send kind emails or messages on Facebook that remind me people are reading the results of my weird brain activity. I appreciate your words too.


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