Chapter Five
She was having the dream again. The dream of her wedding day. It had been a bright, sunny day. The forecast had called for thunderstorms, but they never showed up. At least not on that day.
In her dream, Beulah saw Josiah gazing into her eyes. His light blue eyes shined down on hers. His sandy-blonde hair was parted. His strong hands, hands as pale as her own, held hers as he promised her his protection and his fidelity for the rest of their lives. Then, predictably, the dream darkened into a nightmare.
Those clouds that were supposed to turn up on her wedding day moved in slowly over the first year of their life together. The clouds snuck up like thieves in the night, coming between Beulah and her husband and the promises he’d made to her on that bright and sunny day. Then
