around her mouth whitened. âDo ya really think that is necessary?â
âIâm afraid so. I think your leg is broken.â
After staring at him for a few seconds, she sighed. âIâm afraid it is, too,â she whispered.
After pausing for a moment to give thanks that the bishop had allowed him to purchase a cell phone for work, he dialed 9-1-1. Heâd deal with the consequences of using the phone for a nonwork-related reason at a later date.
He had to walk out the barn door to get a signal, but God wasgood. In no time at all, heâd been connected to the emergency operator, explained Ameliaâs situation, and relayed her address. Once he was assured they were on their way, he turned to her. âWhat do you want me to tell Lukas?â
âDonât call him yet.â
âAmelia, I bet he could get here before the ambulance leaves. Besides, he ainât going to be happy to be kept in the dark.â
She shook her head again. â Nee . If you call the mill, itâs going to send Luke and Rebecca into a dither. Theyâll run home and take charge.â Sounding weary, she said, âIâm not ready for that right now.â
Everything inside of him disagreed with her. âThey love you, Amelia. You keeping them away ainât right.â
âI know. But canât you contact them after we get to the hospital? Thatâs not too long to wait.â
Though he still didnât feel right about it, he didnât argue. She was in pain and she was also his weakness. He hated to refuse her anything. âThe ambulance will be here soon. What do you need from the house?â
Relief filled her blue eyes. â Danke, Simon. All I need is my purse. Itâs on the kitchen counter.â
âIâll be right back. You sit tight.â Then he went to put a pouting Princess in one of the empty horse stalls and guided Oscar back to the house.
Inside, unable to help himself, Simon wrote Lukas and Rebecca a brief note. Heâd just finished it when he heard the sirens.
After grabbing her purse, he rushed back to her side. When she gazed up at him, her pretty eyes shining with unshed tears, he attempted to smile. âThe ambulance is almost here. Theyâll take you to the hospital and give you something for your pain.â
She still looked agitated. âSimon, Iâm afraid,â she admitted. Looking ashamed, she whispered, âThe hospital brings back many bad memories.â
âI know it does.â Heâd been seated by her side both times sheâd discovered one of her parents had died. That hospital waiting room, with its worn carpet floor, vinyl chairs, and faint bleachy smell would always trigger bad memories.
âWould you go with me?â
âOf course. Iâm not going to leave your side, Amelia. You couldnât get rid of me if you tried.â
Her bottom lip trembled as she attempted to smile. âDanke.â
âNever thank me for something like this. I donât want to be anywhere else.â
She smiled as she pushed back some stray strands of her white-blond hair. Only Amelia could look beautiful at a time like this.
He smiled at her again before walking out the barn door and waving to the approaching ambulance.
âSheâs in here!â he called out when a man and woman opened the doors to the vehicle.
As he watched them get out a stretcher, Simon realized that he had now made his choice regarding Amelia. He was done thinking of other people. He was done biding his time.
âAre you a relative?â the man asked.
âBoyfriend,â he replied, not caring that it wasnât technically the truth.
As far as he was concerned, she would be his girl soon enough.
Chapter 2
M ost of the time, Lukas Kinsinger was able to take his many responsibilities in stride. He liked being the oldest and he liked being needed.
Usually, he was the first one awake in the house. While it was still