Run to Him

Hattie Wade Run to Him Copyright © 2022 by Hattie Wade All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Designations used by companies to distinguish their products are often claimed as trademarks. All brand names and product names used in this book and on its cover are trade names, service marks, trademarks and registered trademarks of their respective owners. The publishers and the book are not associated with any product or vendor mentioned in this book. None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com Contents Acknowledgement 1. June 2. June 3. June 4. Clay 5. June 6. June 7. June 8. June 9. Noble 10. June 11. June 12. June 13. June 14. June 15. Clay 16. June 17. Clay 18. June 19. June 20. June 21. June 22. June 23. June 24. June 25. Clay 26. June 27. June 28. June 29. June 30. June 31. June 32. June 33. June 34. Noble 35. June 36. June 37. June 38. June 39. June 40. Clay 41. Allie 42. June 43. June 44. June 45. Epilogue Acknowledgement I am truly overwhelmed by the amount of support I have received while working on these books. There are some people I want to acknowledge and say THANK YOU to from the bottom of my heart. I love you all. A BIG THANK YOU TO THE FOLLOWING; Rachel R. thank you for sharing your redeeming love story with me, I still remember walking around the duck pond at the park, and going out for my birthday dinner. Just getting to hear how God was working, you are the ones who inspired this love story. Very happy for you both! Sarah H. thank you for educating me on Theater. I had no idea! Amy M. the joy you have in the Lord is so evident and so cherished. You have poured so much into this book, you are one of the BIGGEST blessings through this process. Thank you for reading ALL the chapters (to all the books), listening to songs I send you, and when I can’t stop talking about the characters. I could not have done this without you, nor would I have wanted to. Ella W. and EB. ladies, thank you for listening and reading lots of rough drafts. Your feedback spurred me on and kept me motivated. Shelly B. thank you for faithfully reading and delivering the positive feedback that kept me on track. Marissa P. when one of my best friends introduced us I was so jazzed to meet another author, little did I know what God had in store. Thank you for all the face times, listening to me talk about my main characters, brainstorming solutions, and praying for me when I got stuck in some tough writers’ valleys. So happy to be on this journey with you. Savannah Summers is my amazing One June I stare into my mirror. 7:00 a.m. is too early. Especially after a long night of homework or a Netflix marathon. Okay, more like a mix of both. I woke up with my face on the pizza box like it was my pillow or something. So classy. I yawn and rub my eyes. I’m tempted to go splash water in my face. As I glance at the clock, I realize I need to get ready. I blink a few times and then run through my mental checklist. Lists are kind of, sort of, maybe my favorite. So here we go: glasses on? Check. Hair? Frizzy, but it’ll do. Now, what to wear? What to wear? I skim through my closet. My hands land on my white camisole. It’s the one with the neon peace sign. I throw it on. I grab my denim button-up and put it over the cami. I button three buttons but then decide to just leave it open. To finish the look, I put on my high waisted, dark purple jeans. I do a twirl, and because I’m the most graceful girl in the world, I stumble into my dresser and it rams into the wall. Oops. “Juney! You okay in there?” Mom yells from the other side of our paper-thin walls. “Yeah Philly! I’m good! In fact, I’m grand!” I roll my eyes. For starters, my mom is Philly. AKA Phyllis Renee Glessing. I called her mom for a while, but then came the morning I turned fourteen. I walked into the kitchen and as she served me pancakes, she chewed off a piece of her bacon and washed it down with a glass of wine. I asked her if she had a rough night. She had been dating a guy