Chapter 11

Life in Oakridge flowed like a mountain stream—peaceful and slow. My belly grew larger with each passing day, and my movements became increasingly cumbersome. The bookstore owner, ever considerate, reduced my workload so I could spend most of my time resting at home. I almost believed I could truly hide here forever, living a quiet life with my child. But beneath the calm surface, unseen currents never stopped surging. The search Caleb had launched was far more relentless and intricate than...