For the first time in years, Emily laughed. Her heart began to open. In that worn little shack, she found herself falling in love.

One evening, she asked:
“Were you always homeless?”

Jacob hesitated. Then answered quietly:
“Not always.”

He offered no more, and she didn’t push.

A Sister’s Cruel Words

One afternoon, Emily walked to the market alone, following the careful directions Jacob had taught her. Halfway there, a hand yanked her arm roughly.

“Blind fool!” sneered a familiar voice.

It was her sister, Hannah.

“Still acting like you’re proud to be married to some guy off the street?” she taunted.

Emily lifted her chin. “I’m happy,” she said firmly.

Hannah laughed bitterly.
“You don’t even know what he looks like. He’s worthless. Just like you.”