Taken Bride by Alta Hensley

Epilogue

Ember

“They’re here!” I hear Violet scream from the doorway of the chapel. “Holly! Isaac! Ember and Christopher are here!”

We reach the top of the mountain, winded from our hike but thrilled to finally see our friends again. Winter has passed, as well as spring, and the signs of summer are all around us. New life, new birth, a new beginning. The hike up to the chapel was far harder than the hike down, but I had the excitement of seeing them driving me forward.

Holly and Isaac follow Violet as they meet us halfway. I’ve never seen the sisters look so happy. They have put on some weight, don’t appear hollow and sad in the slightest, and I see smiles on their faces until their cheeks run out. Violet is the first to reach us as she throws her arms around me and pulls me into a tight embrace. She shows no signs of her once having a broken leg and in fact looks to be in perfect health and fitness.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she squeals.

I see Isaac extend his hand to Christopher, and they shake and then hug like long-lost buddies. A bond has been forever formed between them, and it’s obvious to see.

Holly forces Violet out of the way and gives me a hug herself. “It feels like forever since we’ve seen you,” she says. She pulls away and scans my body from head to toe, smiles, then looks at Christopher. “Come on inside, out of the sun. Let’s get you something to drink and eat. I’m sure the trip up here wasn’t easy.”

“That sounds great,” I say, looking at the chapel with new eyes.

It doesn’t have the haunted, evil, ominous look it did when I first laid eyes upon it. It’s obvious that repair work has been done to the exterior. There are no longer gaps between the weathered wood. Dead weeds that used to kiss the edges of the foundation are now colorful wildflowers.

When we enter inside, I almost don’t recognize it. Log walls have been built, sectioning off rooms, instead of the tattered sheets we used before. The floors are clean, the windows sparkling, freshly cut flowers are in a mason jar in the center of the large table, and the chimney is complete. It feels like a home rather than a prison. It smells of Holly’s stew, but this time it’s being cooked over a hearth that appears expertly built.

“You’ve done so much to the place,” Christopher says, spinning around and taking it all in. “It doesn’t look like what I remember at all.”

“It’s beautiful,” I add. “It really feels like a home.”

Violet nods, walks up to Isaac, and takes his hand in hers. “Isaac helped us fix it up. We even have a well now with the freshest mountain water!”

Holly walks over to a pitcher of this water and pours us some glasses. “We couldn’t have done this without him.”

Isaac pulls his hand out of Violet’s but replaces it by arranging his arm over her shoulders in a possessive embrace. I notice how Violet’s cheeks pinken as he does so, and her smile beams even brighter. “I’m not taking any of the credit. These ladies know how to work hard. Once Violet’s leg healed, she was up and at ’em like a tornado. I couldn’t keep her down.”

My heart warms as I watch Violet press her body to Isaac’s. Holly doesn’t seem to notice or care, which tells me this act is part of their normal day. Something has happened—a connection and closeness between Isaac and Violet—and I can’t wait to get Violet alone so I can hear all about it.

We all settle in around the table and have small talk at first, but then it’s Holly who finally says what we have all been waiting to discuss. “I can’t believe they found both of them guilty. It almost seemed too easy.”

“This nightmare is over,” Christopher inserts. He reaches under the table, puts his hand on my thigh, and squeezes. “It hasn’t been easy and nearly broke us at times. But it’s finally over.”

“It almost doesn’t seem real sometimes,” Violet adds. “I still keep expecting Scarecrow to walk through that door at any moment, demanding his supper.”

I watch Isaac place his hand over hers and pat reassuringly. The brief moment of sadness that washed over her face vanishes the minute he touches her. All I see is pure happiness and bliss. I’ve never seen Violet look so alive.

“We can move on with our lives now,” I say, happy that the trial is finally over.

Though our bulldog of a lawyer managed to shield us from a lot of the media madness, it still was a lot to take. Our privacy, however, remained intact, and our home is still our secret. It’s pretty obvious that the townsfolk know who we are now if they didn’t already, but they don’t bother us about it. And with time, I’m sure they will move on to another’s gossip. But we’ve started to make friends and settle in. Roots are growing, and I actually use the term “home” and mean it when I say it.

“Violet,” I say, standing from the table. “Why don’t you and I go get some firewood.” I look to the full stack by the fireplace and smile. “For memory’s sake.”

Violet hops out of her chair and readily follows me. When we shut the door behind us and head to the barn, I get straight to the point.

“What’s going on between you and Isaac?”

Violet blushes and looks down at her feet. “I like him. I like him a lot.”

“It appears he feels the same way.”

Her eyes dart up at me. “Really? You think so?”

I nod and smile. “I do. It’s pretty obvious there is something there between you two.”

“He took such good care of me when my leg was broken. Holly and I couldn’t have survived without him. He’s such a good man.”

I gather an armful of wood and head back to the chapel. “He truly is. I owe him everything.”

Violet reaches for some of the wood in my arms to lessen the load. “I know I wouldn’t be here with my second chance at life if it weren’t for him.”

I pause before the door and turn to her. “Then take hold of what makes you happy. You deserve it. If Isaac is who you want, then grab on and never let go.”

“I will,” Violet promises. “I know what a gift I have now that I get to live life… and be happy. I won’t throw it away ever again.”

We both enter the chapel as if nothing of importance was discussed and easily join the group conversation as if we hadn’t even left.

“Are you all still happy living up here?” Christopher asks, although we both already know the answer to that question. We can see it in how they look and how much work has already been done to the chapel. “My offer is still on the table to move you wherever you want. Pinesville is a great mountain town that Ember and I love calling home. You could join us there.”

Violet’s eyes dart to Isaac and then to Holly. “We’ve never been happier.”

“Yes,” Holly says. “We appreciate your offer, but we’re really turning this place into our home.”

Isaac chimes in with a proud sparkle in his eyes. “I’ve managed to purchase the property the chapel sits on. It connects to my own land, and so it was easy to just expand.”

“What about you two?” Violet asks. “What are your plans? You just mentioned living in Pinesville. Are you going to stay? Raise a family someday?”

“Well, that’s one reason why we’re here,” I answer as I reach for Christopher’s hand. “I know you don’t want to move from here, but we were hoping you’d at least come visit us in Pinesville for our wedding. Christopher has officially asked for my hand in marriage, and we’re going to make our wedding vows legal. It’s the last step of erasing our past and what was forced upon us. We are choosing to be married now. I want our vows to be made without an actual chain around our ankles.”

“It would mean a lot to have you three there,” Christopher adds. “You’re our family.”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Violet announces. “Oh, what amazing news.”

When both Holly and Violet squeal in joy and pull my hand out of Christopher’s so they can see the large diamond ring he bought me, Christopher and I both laugh at their excitement.

“You both look really happy,” Isaac says. “It didn’t come easy, but well worth the wait, it seems.”

“I wouldn’t want to go through this journey with anyone else—hard or not,” I admit, looking at Christopher with so much love in my heart that it actually physically feels tight.

Christopher puts his arm around me and pulls my chair closer to him as he says, “It’s about time I truly make Ember my bride. She was my captive bride, then my kept bride, and then my taken bride. But it’s about time for her to be my forever bride.”

The End.

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