CHAPTER 8
She had been stupid to move out to Orchard Grove over the weekend. If she’d been thinking clearly, she would have moved in first thing Monday morning, which would give her an entire week to warm up to the idea of stepping foot through the doors of Orchard Grove Bible Church again.
How many times had she sworn to never come back here? Yet here she was, pregnant and unmarried no less, just like so many of the old busybodies here would have expected.
She’s just like her father.
It can’t be helped. Remember what her dad did?
Stepping through the open doors into the high-ceilinged foyer, Jillian was overcome for a moment with dizziness. Dizziness and the overwhelming desire to either throw up Connie’s cinnamon rolls or run back to Seattle and face whatever horrible memories were
