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“The only answer I have for you is that it must have been in God’s plan.”
“Can I leave? I want to see them.” I stand up my only relief being the absence of his hand.
“we have started to make arrangements, the funerals will be in two days.”
“What about the wedding?”
His eyes narrow and it confuses me. "I'm not sure. I need to re-evaluate the plan now that you are the only one left to carry on your name. It may be more beneficial for you to marry a more established member of the community." He stands placing himself in from of me. "I would be more than happy to step up and take care of you." His hands cup my shoulders.
“No,” I shake my head. “I want to marry Issac, it was already approved.”
I see the anger flash across his face, but it's gone just as fast. "So be it."
He walks out of the room, and I sink to the floor.
Gone.
They’re all gone.
***
The van pulls into the community, and I open the door. Getting out I'm unsure of what to do. I would normally go home, but now it's just an empty building, not a home. I can't go to Issac because we aren't allowed to be alone together until we are married.
Lizzie comes running toward me with tears streaming down her face. “Emma, I can’t believe all of this is happening.”
I hug her not really knowing what to say. “I want to go find Issac, will you come with me?”
She pulls back looking at me in confusion her eyes full with unshed tears. “You don’t know?”
My muscles tense so tight that it feels like at the slightest movement they might snap. I stare at Lizzie scared to ask what she means.
“They just told us this morning that Issac had an accident in the fields.” She hugs me again, tighter this time. “He didn’t make it.”
No.
This can’t be real.
“Emma.” I hearhimcall my name.
"Hello, Prophet." Lizzie dips her head out of respect.
His words from yesterday come back to me.
It may be more beneficial for you to marry a more established member of the community. I would be more than happy to step up and take care of you.
My heart pounds so hard it feels as if it might break right out of my chest.
This can’t be a coincidence.
How could he do this?
There is no way I will ever marry him.
I turn toward him. "Hello, Prophet. May I go with Lizzie to her home? I am feeling sick and exhausted."
"Yes, my dear. I will come to find you shortly."
No, you won't.
