“Look at me.”
Did she have to? She forced her eyes to meet his.
“I’m sorry,” he said simply, his expression somber. “I know I hurt you. I was young and stupid, and I’m sorry.”
Hope didn’t know what to say. She’d lost Autumn, and now he was sorry? “Not half as sorry as I am.”
“Then come home with me.”
Her heart skipped several beats. “What?”
“I’ve never stopped loving you, Hope. I’ve prayed and prayed that you’d come home eventually, that you’d come home to me.”
When she spoke, her voice was barely audible. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Things have changed. I have more power in the church. No one will mistreat you if you’re my wife. Everyone will forgive and forget, and things will finally be as they should’ve been in the beginning.” He propped his hands on his hips as though he’d thought it all out and arrived at a decision she could only agree with. “I’ve already received your father’s blessing. He gave it to me before Arvin and I came here. I want to take you home and marry you. Come back where you belong.”
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