And now, Amy's mom's perspective on her daughter's rescue...---------
Veronica’s Joy
Nothing can describe the joy I feel at
seeing Amy carried out the door by Reverend Steadman.
I don't know how he did it, but somehow he got that evil man to stand
down and Amy was released. The air is
thick with sun and dust. She sees me and
then falls to the ground. I am so filled
with joy and fear at the same time I feel as if I will go mad. I’m screaming her name even as she has
crumpled to the ground in front of me.
Steadman picks her up in his arms and carries her to the church. We
lumber slow up the street. Men hang from
doorways staring at our slow procession as if we are on parade. Perhaps, only an hour, maybe two has passed
since we entered this town, but as we walk up that street to the church, my
daughter limp in the Reverend ’s arms I feel like I’ve just walked straight out
of hell.
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