dinner. You can do the dishes.â
âThey have a grocery store in this town?â Corryâs question drew Lacey out of thoughts that had turned toward how sheâd miss this place, her first home in Gibson.
âYes, they have a store. Do you need something?â
âCigâ¦â
âNo, you wonât smoke in my house or around Rachel.â
âFine. Get me some chocolate.â
Lacey stopped at the door. âIâm going to get formula and diapers for the baby. Iâll think about the chocolate.â
As she walked out the door, Lacey took a deep breath. She couldnât do this. She stopped next to her car and tried to think of what she couldnât do. The list was long. She couldnât deal with her sister, or moving, or starting over again.
But she couldnât mistreat Corry.
If she was going to have faith, and if she was ever going to show Corry that God had changed her life, then she had to be the person she claimed to be. She had to do more than talk about being a Christian.
She shoved her keys back into her purse and walked down the driveway. A memory flashed into her mind, ruining what should have been a relaxing walk. Jayâs face, looking at her and her sister as if the two were the same person.
Chapter Two
J ay finished his last report, on the accident heâd worked after leaving Laceyâs sister at the diner. He signed his name and walked into his bossâs office. Chief Johnson looked it over and slid it into the tray on his desk.
âDo you think the sister is going to cause problems?â Chief Johnson pulled off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
âOf course she will.â
âWhy? Because she has a record? She could be like Lacey, really looking for a place to start over.â
âI donât know that much about Lacey. But Iâm pretty sure about her sister.â
âOkay, then. Make sure you patrol past Laceyâs place a few times every shift. Iâll let the other guys know.â The Chief put his glasses back on. âI guess youâve got more work to do when you get home?â
âItâs Wednesday and Dad schedules his surgeries for today. Iâve got to get home and feed.â
âTomorrowâs your day off. Iâll see you Friday.â
âFriday.â Jay nodded and walked out, fishing his keys out of his pocket as he walked.
He had to stop by the feed store on his way home, for the fly spray theyâd ordered for him. At least he didnât have to worry about dinner.
His mom always cooked dinner for him on Wednesdays. She liked having him home again, especially with his brother and sister so far away. His sister lived in Georgia with her husband and new baby. His brother was in the navy.
It should have been an easy day to walk off the job, but it wasnât. As he climbed into his truck he was still remembering the look on Laceyâs face when she watched her sister get out of the back of his car.
He knew what it was like to have everything change in just a moment. Life happened that way. A person could feel like they have it all under control, everything planned, and then suddenly, a complete change of plans.
A year ago he really had thought that by now heâd be married and living in his new home with a wife and maybe a baby of his own on the way.
Instead he was back in Gibson and Cindy was on her way to California. Sheâd been smarter than him; sheâd realized three years of dating didnât equal love. And he was still living in the past, in love with a memory.
As he passed the store, he saw his momâs car parked at an angle, between the lines and a little too far back into the street. He smiled, because that was his mom. She lived her life inside the lines, but couldnât drive or park between them.
Other than the parking problem, they were a lot alike.
He drove to the end of the block, then decided to go back. She typically