Hopefully Ever After

DedicationTo my street team, Wiseman’s Warriors. You gals rock! Contents CoverTitle PageDedicationPrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24EpilogueDiscussion QuestionsAcknowledgmentsGlossaryAbout the AuthorAcclaim for Beth WisemanOther Books by Beth WisemanCopyright PrologueYvonne sat beside her husband on the couch with their dog, Blue, curled up by their feet and snoring softly. Abraham rubbed his beard, something he did when he was thinking. Eight months into their marriage, Yvonne was still getting used to his facial hair. She would never see his clean-shaven face again, since once Amish men were married, they never trimmed their beards. She waited as Abraham reprocessed the information Yvonne had shared with him just now, a repeat from what she’d told him a month ago. Yvonne had reservations about bringing a troubled teenager into their home, even if the girl was a distant cousin, but Abraham had assured her it would be all right. Selfishly, she had hesitated when asked to welcome the sixteen-year-old guest into their home for four weeks. Yvonne and Abraham were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, but it was a huge favor to her aunt, who had raised Chapter 1Eden checked her text messages as she slumped into the back seat of the cab, hoping Emma had given her enough cash to pay for this long ride to her new home for a month. She’d already been in the car over an hour, but her cousin certainly couldn’t have picked her up at the airport in a horse and buggy. She felt an air of excitement about visiting a new place, although as the scenery became more and more rural, she wondered what teenagers did for fun here. Farms lined the two-lane road they now drove on, and she hadn’t seen a Walmart in at least forty miles. “Sir, can you tell me how much farther?” She straightened, leaning closer to the front seat.“Only about five minutes.” The older taxi driver cocked his head to one side. “Maybe a little longer. It’s been a good while since I’ve been out this way, but the GPS seems