Amish Christmas Joy. Patricia Davids

the puppies and thank Leah for letting you see them. We have to get going.”

      “Thank you. Take good care of Pickles. I like her the best.”

      Leah spoke before he made it out the door. “The school board is meeting next Thursday evening at Eli Imhoff’s home. You are welcome to come and speak with them.”

      “All right.” He didn’t say anything else.

      Leah closed the door as the pair left, and watched through the kitchen window as they got into Caleb’s truck. Rarely had she been so torn about what her course should be.

      If she aided his daughter to become Amish, was she helping him avoid responsibilities to a child for a second time?

      He genuinely cared about Joy. She saw it in the way he touched his daughter and in the way he spoke to her. He was trying hard to do the right thing.

      Why hadn’t he given that kind of care and attention to her sister and their unborn child?

      Could a man change that much?

      With God, anything was possible. If Caleb had changed, why continue to deny he was David’s father? He no longer had an obligation to marry her sister or take care of David. Admitting the truth wouldn’t change anything except to free his soul from the burden of his lie. It didn’t make sense.

      Perhaps he was too prideful to admit the truth. That she could believe, yet it was too simple an answer. There had to be more. Something was holding Caleb apart from the Amish community and from his family. Something painful. What was it?