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  A Time to Heal

  A Silverton Lake Romance

  Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

  DKD Books

  O’Fallon, IL

  Copyright © 2019 by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior written permission.

  DKD Books

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  O’fallon, Ill 62269

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  Cover images: Deposit Photos, Sara Lesire

  A Time to Heal/ Diana Lesire Brandmeyer—1st ed.

  AISN: B07TM1F761

  ISBN: 978-1-0809-7788-8

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  A Time to Heal

  For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Back of the book notes!

  Other Books by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Dedicated to my one, Ed. I’m so glad God put us together.

  For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

  2 Timothy 1:7 KJV

  CHAPTER ONE

  The fire alarm trilled at Brown Academy. “This is not a drill. Everyone follow the classroom procedure and evacuate.” Lori Peterson's hands shook as she grabbed the emergency plan folder for her freshman art history class containing the class lists, along with her phone, and purse. Her stomach twisted into knots as memories she'd worked hard to forget surfaced. “Leave everything at your desk and line up at the door. Remember everyone, this room gathers at the tennis courts. Jackson, lead us out there. Do not run.” She choked out the words, knowing she would be the last to leave as it was her job. She wished she had super stretchy arms and could gather all of her students and run out of the school. Not a drill meant there was a fire somewhere on the premises. There was never a drill without first warning the teachers.

  She did a quick visual sweep of the classroom. Everyone was out. She pulled the door closed behind her and caught up with her class, passing other students and telling herself she would be fine. That this was different than before. She had a responsibility to her class, and she wasn’t going to take it lightly.

  Her heartbeat revved as she passed the math teacher whose face glistened with sweat. Was she going to pass out? Lori forced her steps to slow. “Penny, are you okay? Do you need me to stay with your class until they make it outside? My students know what to do.” Did they? She didn't know if they would even stick around once they left the building. More like they would go on a hunt for a friend, but she couldn't tell Penny that.

  “I'm okay. I think I picked up some kind of virus. I've been fighting it all day. Go. We're almost out any way.”

  “Got it.” She didn't need more than that to encourage her flight. The blaring alarm seared overhead, bringing a small headache up a notch. Grayson stepped through the door to the outside as she caught up. “Follow me everyone.” She picked up speed and hoped they followed. Firetrucks with sirens screaming and lights flashing pulled into the parking lot. Three police cars and an ambulance followed.

  “Slow down, Miss Peterson. It's probably just a dumb drill.” Grayson said.

  “Doesn't matter. The faster we get out of the building, the sooner the other classes can vacate.” And it wasn't a drill. She knew that this was the real deal. She'd been teaching long enough to know if the alarm were accompanied by a statement from the office, it was serious.

  Two of her students held hands. Public display of affection was against school policy, but she didn't have the heart to separate young love today. Once Grayson—the last student to leave the classroom arrived—Lori counted heads. Then she counted again. Who was missing? Too hard to tell the way the kids all moved, paced, and wormed around to talk to each other. Please God, let it be a miscount. I can’t go back in there. “Okay, as I call your name, I want you to line up behind me.” She went down the roster and put a small check mark next to each name as they passed by her. “Brent?”

  No one answered. “Brent Reeves?”

  “He took off, Miss Peterson. He said he

  wasn't sticking around to watch the building burn. He had better things to do.” Alexa hung her head. “I wasn't supposed to say anything, but I knew you'd have to go back into the building to search for him.”

  Brent. Her most challenging student. “And you’re positive that he did leave? That he left the school grounds Alexa?” She pulled the red card from her folder never expecting she’d have to use it to signal that there was a problem with her class. She held it in the air for the principal to see.

  “I saw him leave too. He took off toward the beach.” Kristin said.

  “Thank you for speaking up, Alexa and Kristin. Every one of you, thanks for sticking around.” Brent aside, she had a good set of kids in her art history class. She'd have to contact his mother and let her know he'd taken off, make sure he'd arrived home safe. She'd given Brent a chance to adjust to the school, overlooking a few of his late

  assignments along with his attitude, but this time he'd pushed too far. He had shattered any trust she’d had left to give him.

  “Hey, how are you doing?” Evan touched her arm. He looked out of place with his name etched into the car dealership logo pinned to his dress shirt.

  “Where did you come from?” And why was he even here? True they were friends, but this was her job. He shouldn’t be here adding one more person to keep track of in the middle of the chaos.

  “Heard it on the scanner.”

  “You know that's a strange hobby, right?”

  “A carryover from my dad. We always had the scanner on in the office and in our kitchen. Now I keep one in the office too. It's usually quiet, unless it's summer. Then there are more rescues than fires.”

  “Where's the fire located in the building? Did they say?”

  “It's a gas leak. No fire, or at least there won't be unless someone lights a match.”

  Please God, let Brent be at the beach. And if he was in the building, then... But he wouldn't go back into the place he hated to be. Her shoulders relaxed.

  “Hey, where'd you go?”

  Evan's question brought her back.

  “Just concern about a student. He took off when we got outside. Two of my students said he headed for the beach.”

  “Want me to go look for him?”

  “No. You wouldn't know him. I've got his mom's phone number, and I brought my cell with me.”

 
“Aren't you supposed to leave everything when these alarms go off?”

  “Yes, but they also say grab the emergency plan, and my phone was sitting on it, so it made sense.”

  “What about the purse on your arm?”

  “I have to get home somehow, and that's here my keys are.” She stared at the back of the chool. “Are you sure it's a leak and not a fire? Because I think I see smoke.”

  Lucy Anderson was back home. For good. She pulled the old Ford pickup onto her brother Joel's private road. She should have called him. She'd wrestled with that after leaving Gram's, but since things weren't going the way she expected, she decided to wait. He'd ask too many questions she didn't want to answer on the phone, and she was exhausted. She offered a prayer of thanks that the pickup had made it this far. She'd bought it for what seemed like a lot of money when she arrived in New York. Someone had told her about an app where people sold things they didn't want any longer. The man she'd bought the truck from told her the story of his grandfather passing it down to his son, then it got passed down to him. The truck held fond memories, making it harder to sell to just anyone. When she mentioned she’d been in Europe serving with a mission organization teaching English, he'd said it was hers, and he dropped the price several hundred dollars. That turned out to be a blessing, because the gas to drive home cost more than she'd expected.

  Through the trees, she caught a glimpse of her brother's house. Almost there. He'd know how to help her, he always had. Some of the tension in her shoulders slid away.

  She parked the truck. With its faded paint, a hole in the fender, and rusted tailgate, it didn't fit in well with the surroundings. She beeped the horn, grabbed her duffel, and slid out of the truck. The door creaked as she closed it. She considered it a miracle that she’d made it.

  The front door opened and Hershey, their chocolate lab, lumbered out the door followed by her brother. “Lucy? Is that you?”

  “Yep, it's me. How’d you know?”

  “I didn’t until you stepped out of the truck. We had a security camera installed on one of the trees last spring to let us know when someone is coming down the drive. Now, get in here little sis! Come on inside. It’s been too long since we’ve seen you. Where’d you get that truck? How long are you here? Do Mom and Dad know you're back? How long do you get to stay?”

  “That’s a lot of questions, Joel. I don’t think you talked that much the entire time we were growing up. I’m home for good.” She fell into her brother's warm hug, hanging onto him a little longer and tighter than normal.

  When he dropped his hands to his side, she turned to her sister-in-law, Deni, for a hug. “I'm so happy to be home.”

  “Give me that.” Joel took the duffel from her shoulders and peered out the door. “Where's the rest of your luggage? It can’t have all fit in the front of that truck. Seems like you left with more than one bag. And it's not even heavy. In fact, there wasn't one of these. Didn't you have a nice luggage set from Mom and Dad?”

  “It didn't take long to discover I didn't need most of what I took with me. I sold most of my stuff. I mean, when you're in villages without electricity, you don't need a hairdryer, curling iron, and a bunch of styling products. Except for hair spray. I kept that.”

  Joel gave her a confused look. “What?”

  “It's a great insect killer.” Deni said. “At least it works on the bugs around here.”

  “That's new. I didn't know that.” Joel dropped the duffel in the corner of the room. “So where are you staying?”

  “I don't know. I called Dad. But they won’t be back until Christmas. They switched houses with someone in England. They left last week but I guess you knew that. I went by Grams's house, but she and Kevin are gone too. Will you guys will let me crash here until they get back? I’m hoping Grams lets me move into her old house.”

  “All we have to offer you right now is the couch in the family room. Maybe we can move the boys into together. We’ll figure something out.”

  “That will be better than sleeping in the truck.” Lucy laughed hoping to break up any desperation in her voice.

  “Gram’s and Keven aren’t going to be back until late November. They went on an adventure driving across the country in an RV. And your parents convinced them to rent both of their houses while they were gone.” Deni said. “Grams said they’d get home before Christmas.”

  “How does Grams have time for that? Has she quit making the little dresses for Africa since they’ve rented the house? Or is she back to sewing on the kitchen table after we did all that remodeling of the attic for her? She didn't say anything in her emails.”

  “She's still making them, but she’s taking a break for a few months. Kevin fixed up a sewing room in their house so they could rent Grams old house full time. He's so sweet. He told her he wanted her close, and he liked hearing her sewing machine rumble.” Deni's phone rang. “I need to get this. Joel, get her something to drink and a snack. She's too tiny. Hi, Alison, what's up?”

  “What would you like? Soda, tea?”

  “Joel, I’m fine. I don't need anything. I had an ice cream cone on the way over.”

  “Not sure I want to argue with my wife about what you need, so how about—?”

  “Joel, Alison said there is an emergency at school.” Deni shoved the phone in her pocket. “Lots of fire trucks and police cars and even an ambulance. Should we, I mean the boys and Lori...?

  Lucy watched a silent conversation flash between the two of them. Lori was Deni's best friend, though the two of them were more like sisters. “Do you need to go there? It's okay, I can wait here or ride along.”

  “Chad's son goes to the same school as our boys, and she didn't know if I knew. And Lori teaches there too. If you don't mind, I need to make sure everyone is okay.” Deni twisted her hands together. “I wonder why the school didn’t text us?”

  “We’ll probably get one in a few minutes. I’m not sure how they send out an emergency text if everyone has to evacuate the school.”

  “Let's go.” Lucy didn't have anything to stop her from going other than finding a place to sleep. Plus she’d get to see her nephews sooner. With Grams’s house not an option maybe Joel and Deni would offer her the lake cottage. At least until she knew what she was going to do. But she’d have to find out later.

  As Joel drove, Lucy grasped the door handle tight. After walking or riding in a jeep over bumpy and gouged dirt roads, the smoothness and speed of her country still unsettled her. The sun sparked off the lake and through the trees like a strobe light. She peeked at the speedometer, Joel wasn't going over the speed limit. How long would it take for her body and mind to readjust to this kind of life?

  “The boys are fine. If not, the school would have called by now. No doubt it was probably some kid acting out.” Joel reached over and patted his wife's shoulder. “I’m sure they will have an embellished story to tell us.”

  She watched the interaction between them, and her heart hurt. She'd never found anyone that could do that for her. Once there was Evan, but she'd shut him out of her life long ago. Had she been foolish? Had she turned away a gift God had offered her? Grams thought so at the time. The night Grams had returned from the high school reunion, she'd been full of life, excited about setting up her first trip to Africa and going there with Kevin, her old high school sweetheart. It still surprised Lucy that her plan to get them back together again worked. But once Grams discovered Lucy hadn't changed her mind about Evan and ended the relationship between them, Grams's joy faded right before Lucy's eyes.

  But it hadn't felt right to stay with Evan, at least not then. Now she didn't know. She'd loved him for sure once, but they'd wanted such different things. If he'd only agreed to wait for her. Then they might have had kids at this school, too, and in some kind of danger. Her heart squeezed, and she touched her stomach. Now it was too late. Too much had changed and—well circumstances beyond her control had spun her life in a direction that tested her faith.

  Busses
were lining up in front of the school entrance as Joel pulled into the car line. One firetruck remained.

  Deni's phone rang. “Yes, this is their mom. Great, thanks for letting us know. We're here now to pick them up.” She disconnected and let out a deep breath. “It was a small gas leak. They dismissed the kids early so it can be fixed.”

  “Great. Now we just have to find Tyson and Nolan in this swarm.” Joel parked the car.

  “I’m sure they’ll find Lori and ask her to bring them home. That’s what we told them to do at the beginning of school, remember?”

  “Hope they remember. And there’s Lori, but I don’t see the boys.” He pointed through the passenger window. “Why don't you two go talk to her, I’ll wait here for the boys. They may be watching for the car. Call me if they find you.”

  Lucy watched out the window in the direction her brother pointed. She stilled. Was that Evan? He had his arm around Lori's shoulder. Funny, Joel hadn't mentioned in any of his emails that they were together. True, it had been a long time, but still... She swallowed her sudden heartache. Why had she pushed him away? He was too safe and predictable. He had none of the desires she did to change the world. What a fantasy. She didn't regret most of the last few years but if she'd have come home sooner then...

  “You coming, Lucy?” Deni held the door open for her.

  “No. I'll wait here. Maybe the boys will see the car before you see them. Besides, no one knows me here. I don’t need to set off any stranger alarms.” And she needed to put out the fire that sparked when she'd seen Evan Lewis. Composure, yes, that's what she needed to find.

  Trey Reeves heard the sirens racing down the street. He itched to grab his camera and race after them to catch a fire story unfolding. Not today, Reeves you have work to do. They'd came back from his brother's wedding in Branson late Sunday night, and all the stuff he hadn't done before leaving still waited. He tossed another load of clothes into the washer. He'd have to go out and grab some more groceries. They were out of the essentials: bread, milk, and tortilla chips. He hadn't known those were so important until there weren't any in the house.