“Damn! We need to find that creek,” Jayson exclaims.
“Teka was pregnant,” Twyla murmurs and clutches her abdomen, wondering what happens to an unborn soul.
Recognizing the inappropriate timing of his remark, Jayson tightens his jaw and wraps his arms around her shoulders, wondering if the soldier was aware of Teka’s pregnancy. Did he know or care? “Tessa was desperate to go back to save the baby,” he says, running his hand across her collarbone and thumbing the locket’s gold chain. “War is cruel,” he whispers.
“And life’s not always fair,” Twyla replies.
“Did you figure out who Mercy Dox’s reincarnation is?”
“It’s as crystal-clear as the babbling stream. The passage on Mercy’s widow’s peak and Grams’ sketch confirmed my suspicions. Cristal Whelan is Mercy’s living incarnation.”
“So,
