What the Heart Knows. Margaret Daley

      “Why is this happening?

       I don’t understand.”

      “We will get through this, Kathleen. I promise.”

      The vehemence in Jared’s voice reached through the haze that clouded her mind. Kathleen straightened and looked at him through a blur of tears. In that moment she realized she cared for this man a great deal, too much to handle on top of everything else. She closed her eyes, needing to block the sight of his endearing features. Tears leaked out.

      The soft brush of Jared’s fingers under her eyes brought more tears to her. His kindness, his tenderness, unraveled her composure further.

      “You are not alone,” Jared murmured and drew her against the cushion of his shoulder. “I am here. Your family, too, but most importantly, God is with you.”

      MARGARET DALEY

      feels she has been blessed. She has been married thirty-three years to her husband, Mike, whom she met in college. He is a terrific support and her best friend. They have one son, Shaun, who married his high school sweetheart in June 2002.

      She has been writing for many years and loves to tell a story. When she was a little girl, she would play with her dolls and make up stories about their lives. Now she writes these stories down. She especially enjoys weaving stories about families and how faith in God can sustain a person when things get tough. When she isn’t writing, she is fortunate to be a teacher for students with special needs. She has taught for over twenty years and loves working with her students. She has also been a Special Olympics coach and participated in many sports with her students.

      What the Heart Knows

      Margaret Daley

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in Thy word. Uphold me according unto Thy word, that I may live: and let me not be ashamed of my hope.

      —Psalms 119:114, 116

      To Helen Moore, a friend who has stuck by me

      through the bad and good. Friendship is so important, and I have been blessed with good friends.

      Contents

      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

      Epilogue

      Letter to Reader

      Chapter One

      Through the crowd packed into the church’s recreational hall, Kathleen Somers searched for her sister and nephew. She spied Laura waving from the front row. Quickly Kathleen hurried toward her, aware the talent show would be starting soon.

      “I didn’t think you were coming. You’re never late.” Laura indicated she sit between herself and a young girl who looked familiar.

      “I didn’t think Mark would ever get ready. He wanted to do this, but the way he was dragging his feet you would think I had made him.” Kathleen took her seat, smiling at the child next to her.

      Laura leaned close and whispered, “Still having problems with Mark?”

      Kathleen nodded, not wanting to discuss Mark and his odd behavior of late. Being sixteen was a difficult time in a person’s life, but the problems she was having with her son were going beyond adolescent rebellion.

      The lights in the hall flashed off then on. The young girl next to Kathleen twisted around in her chair, scanning the back of the room. She knitted her brows together in a frown.

      “Is something wrong?” Kathleen asked.

      “Dad should be back by now.”

      “Where did he go?”

      She turned back around and peered at Kathleen. “Looking for my brother. You’re Chad’s aunt, aren’t you?”

      “Yes, I’m Kathleen Somers.”

      “I’m Hannah Matthews.”

      So that was why she looked familiar. Kathleen was acquainted with her father, Dr. Jared Matthews. He took care of her sister’s children and was an active member of her family’s church.

      “Didn’t you just move here?” Hannah asked. “Chad said something about helping you move into a house a few weeks back.”

      “Yes, but I grew up in Crystal Springs, not that many years ago.”

      “Like me.”

      “Yeah. I went to Alcott Elementary and Morton Junior High.”

      “I went to Alcott Elementary, and Morton Junior High is now Morton Middle School. That’s where I go.”

      “Is Mrs. Brenner still teaching Home Economics?”

      Hannah’s eyes grew round. “Oh, my gosh, yes! Isn’t she ancient?”

      “She was when I was attending school. I can’t believe she hasn’t retired.”

      “I think she’ll still be there when the school is condemned,” Hannah said with a giggle.

      Dr. Jared Matthews approached them, a young boy about eight with dark blond hair at his side. Jared nodded a greeting, his blue eyes warm with a smile. “It’s good to see you again, Kathleen. Your return has been all your family has talked about for weeks.” He took the seat next to Hannah, his son plopping down next to him with a pout on his face and his arms folded over his chest. “Thank goodness I found Terry in the nick of time.”

      “What happened?” Kathleen asked, marveling at how much Jared’s son looked like him, except for the hair color.

      “Let’s just say Terry was being a little too enthusiastic in showing his appreciation for his sister.”

      “Dad, what did Terry do?” Exasperation laced each word.

      “He was writing your name on the barrel in the playground.”

      Terry leaned around his dad, sticking his tongue out at Hannah. “Yeah, with Dylan’s.”

      “Dylan?” The girl’s face screwed up into a frown.

      “I saw you two talking earlier.” Terry began to chant, “Hannah and Dylan sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First—”

      “Dad!”

      Everyone in the recreational hall heard Hannah’s protest. Kathleen noticed a few people shift their attention to the girl.

      Jared’s face turned red for a few seconds, his eyes round. “We can always leave if you two don’t settle down.”

      Kathleen was amazed by Jared’s calm tone. His quiet voice held a firmness, however, that promptly communicated his message to Terry and Hannah. Her sister had told her he was good with children. Kathleen had to agree. She wished she felt that way about her relationship with her son. There was a time when she and Mark had been extremely close. Now she found it hard even to carry on a conversation with him. What had happened these past six months to change everything? Was he just being a typical teenager?

      “See why I sit between