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The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman
They arrived at Cassie’s house as she and the girls exited the car. Dayne parked where they couldn’t be spotted but pulled out a set of binoculars from his dash and handed them to Cara.
Cara raised the glasses to her eyes and tensed. Her girls’ small bodies trudged up the walk. Lacy dragged a stuffed animal in one hand, a half-deflated balloon tied to the toy.
Leila held to her sister’s other hand, but the ten-year-old’s shoulders drooped as if she was too weary to walk. Cassie placed a hand on each girl’s back and urged them on.
Cara handed the glasses to Dayne and gripped the car door handle.
“Hold on.” Dayne placed a hand on her arm.
She jerked, but Dayne didn’t let go. Instead, he pointed.
“What?” Her patience had worn thin. “I’m tired of this.”
“So am I.” Dayne’s voice grew softer. Some hidden tone overrode his words.
Grabbing the glasses, she raised them.
Cassie and her girls were climbing the porch steps. Lacy jerked her
hand from Cassie’s and plopped onto the bottom step. Even at Cassie’s obvious coaxing, the little girl refused to budge.
Tears pricked Cara’s lids. She swallowed, holding back the sob. “If you don’t tell me in the next fifteen seconds why we’re stalling, I’m out of here.”
“Look over by the woods.”
At first Cara could make out nothing in the fading daylight. The waning sunlight reflected off—
“Dayne.” She clutched his hand, panic building inside her. “Are they going to shoot my babies?”
“I don’t think so.”
The grim reply sent shivers up her arm. “That’s not a good enough answer.”
“The guns are for you.”
“Guns? There’s more than one?” Cara sank lower into her seat.
“Why do they hate me so much?”
“I count three men, and I’m sure more are around back. Circling the house, no doubt, to keep you from them.” Dayne shook his head.
“You haven’t made it easy for the group to love you, Cara.”
“Are you condemning me?” Hurt seared her heart. Criticism from others was one thing. Condemnation from Dayne was another.
“You know better, but it is the truth.”
“What are we going to do? I hope you’re not going to say we have to wait.”
“I am.” He raised a hand. “Just until dark.”
“We’ll storm the fort.” Dayne smoothed back a stray bit of hair straggling in her eyes. “Cara, I want you to promise me once we get your girls, you’ll take them and get out. You can’t afford to stay any longer.”
“I know.” He was right. Letting the hurt and anger and her plans go was a must.
She stared at the woods where some of the group’s men hovered, and she realized it wasn’t enough. Not for Felicia and the other women still stuck at The House. Not for Leila and Lacy, and definitely not for Lori. No matter how many men suffered, it’d never be enough.
Read the second installment on Dec 2. here Lorilyn Roberts Blog