Return [Redemption Series 3] [Secure eReader]
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eBook by Karen Kingsbury & Gary Smalley
eBook Category: Spiritual/Religion
eBook Description: This touching novel reunites readers with the Baxter family and focuses on the only Baxter son, Luke. He is determined to leave his faith and his past behind and embrace a new, free-thinking future. But what he doesn't realize is that his past holds a secret even he doesn't know. When Luke finds out, his comfortable new life is turned upside down, and he must turn back to his roots.
eBook Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers/Tyndale House
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005
This eBook is part of the following series:
8 Reader Ratings:
"Return proves that Karen Kingsbury and Gary Smalley are a team that are not to be topped. Just when I say their books cannot possibly get any better, they blow me away with an inspiring, gut-wrenching view at the Baxter family's life."--Tracy Farnsworth, RoundTableReviews.com
REAGAN DECKER'S HANDS shook as she picked up the telephone and dialed.
The number was so familiar once, back in a time that seemed forever ago, before her world tilted hard off its axis and stayed that way.
She waited, her heart pounding in her throat.
What will I say? How will they take the news?
"Mrs. Baxter?" Reagan froze.
"Yes?" A slight pause. "Can I help you?"
"Uh…" She doesn't recognize my voice. I must be crazy to call after so long. "This is Reagan. Reagan Decker."
"Reagan…my goodness. It's…been a long time, dear."
Luke's mother sounded strange, as though the mention of Reagan's name had cast a shadow over the moment. Reagan considered saying a quick few words and then getting off. But that would never do. This was a call she'd had to make for one reason alone.
She couldn't hide from Luke Baxter forever.
"Mrs. Baxter, I need to talk to Luke, please." Reagan squeezed her eyes shut. A year earlier she'd been quick-witted and outgoing, but not anymore. The spark was gone from her voice. Luke's mother had to notice. She drew a determined breath. "I have something to tell him."
His past had sprouted legs and was chasing him.
That had to be it. Luke had no other way to describe the breathless anxiety marking so much of his time. Sometimes he could almost hear footsteps pounding the ground behind him, and on days like that he would even turn around. As though he might see a person or a being, whatever was after him. But no one was ever there.
The feeling was always accompanied by memories, so Luke finally convinced himself the thing chasing him was nothing more ominous than his past.
A past that colored today and tomorrow and kept him inches ahead of a suffocating fog, a fog in which his new freethinking life was all but impossible.
At first the feeling had hit him every few days, but now it was almost constant. This morning it was worse than ever. Throughout Economics and Political Science and now in Modern History, it made Luke so restless he couldn't concentrate.
The professor was diagramming something on the board, but all Luke could see were images of himself and his family the last time they'd been together before September 11. Little Maddie holding her hands up to him. "Swing me, Uncle Luke, swing me." His parents arm in arm in the background. "How's school, Luke? Have you heard from Reagan?"
With broad strokes, the professor ran his eraser over the board, and the images in Luke's head disappeared. The man turned to the class and started talking, but Luke heard Reagan's voice instead, the way he'd heard it that awful night when everything changed forever.
"It's okay, Luke; I'll call him back tomorrow…it's okay…"
Copyright © 2003 by The Smalley Publishing Group, LLC, and Karen Kingsbury.