When Elisa got off that train she thought she would find a husband but what she found was much bigger What no one imagined was that this woman would change the lives of seven children and a man who had already stopped believing in love Welcome to Period Tales Subscribe and tell me Has life ever taken you to an unexpected place that ended up being your true home The train whistle cut through the dry air of the Clearwater station Dust smoke and a stifling heat mingled in that place lost between arid hills and
dirt roads Elisa held the handles of her two suitcases tightly while her heart beat as if it wanted to escape from her chest She had read that letter over and over again during the trip It promised a modest home a hard-working husband with rough hands but a kind heart a secure roof hot food and even some chickens that would guarantee fresh eggs every morning It sounded like the opportunity of a lifetime her last chance But when the train stopped and the doors opened with a metallic screech there was no one there
waiting No man in a hat no horse tied to a post no sign with their name There were only the seven children in a row small thin some barefoot others with worn shoes that seemed to inherit generations of dust and misery Faces stained with dirt hair disheveled by the wind enormous eyes full of something Elisa had never seen It wasn’t exactly fear nor sadness but abandonment The oldest, a boy about 12 years old, held in his arms a baby wrapped in an old blanket took a step forward took a deep breath and looking her
straight in the eyes he let out the phrase that would break Elisa’s life in two Are you Elisa Henderson she could barely answer Yes Her voice trembled more than her hands The boy looked down he pressed his lips and blurted out like someone ripping off a bandage Dad is dead A heavy silence fell like invisible thunder Elisa felt the world tilt beneath her feet What What did you say she stammered almost voicelessly He died three days ago Snake bite We buried him ourselves His tone didn’t tremble it sounded empty as if that phrase had already been said many times in her head Elisa
brought a hand to her to the chest No, it couldn’t be No, after everything, not after that trip, that letter, that promise It can’t be He He wrote to me We were going to get married He wrote to me But her voice broke, choked with a knot of anguish The boy nodded with a hard, old look, too old for someone who hadn’t finished being a child He knew it, that’s why he wrote to you when he was already sick He said that maybe even if he wasn’t there you would come anyway The words hit like stones Elisa took a deep breath and looked at
the others Two twin girls about 8 years old hugged each other tightly as if their bodies were the only wall protecting them from the world A smaller girl about five held a piece of frayed cloth pressing it to her chest as if it were a treasure Another red-haired boy with a freckled face and distrustful gaze kept his chin high although his eyes shone with the tears he wouldn’t let fall And the youngest, the baby, slept oblivious to everything with dirty cheeks and disheveled hair Don’t you have anyone else
asked Elisa feeling her throat close up The older one shook his head He didn’t use us The train behind her let out another long whistle as if reminding her that she could still get on and leave but her legs wouldn’t move Her gaze stayed fixed on those seven small broken faces waiting waiting for something they didn’t even know how to ask for And the house asked more as a whisper than a real question The boy pointed beyond the hills It’s over there it’s not very big but she swallowed It’s all we have
Elisa swallowed Her chest rose and fell as if she had run for miles. Well, I’m not that big either. She replied with a broken smile full of fear, doubt, and something else, something she still didn’t understand. Without saying another word, the boy let go of the baby’s arm and with his other hand took one of Elisa’s suitcases as if he had already lived that scene in his mind many times. The other six lined up behind him in complete silence and then they began to walk. Elisa followed him. Her steps crunched on the dry earth. Every meter they advanced took her further away from her
old life and closer to something she didn’t even know how to name. She hadn’t come for love, she hadn’t come for a home, she hadn’t come for safety, she had come because maybe life was taking her right where she was needed most. The walk from the station to the house was longer than Elisa had imagined. The dry earth crunched beneath her boots, and each step seemed to sink her deeper into a reality that she hadn’t asked for but that was already beginning to feel like hers. No one spoke. The wind whistled through the dry trees and raised small clouds of dust that
stuck to her clothes and soul. The children walked in a row like little soldiers of life, accustomed to moving forward without asking questions, without expecting answers. Elisa looked at each one out of the corner of her eye. The oldest one was carrying the baby with a confidence that no child should have. His name was Noah, according to what he had told her. His eyes were dark brown, but they had a dull glow as if they had once shone brighter. And now only the embers remained. The twins were holding hands with short but firm steps. Their names were Abigail and Amelia. They were
identical but there was something in their eyes that differentiated them One seemed tougher the other more fragile The youngest about 5 years old walked hugging a piece of blanket that she pressed against her chest as if her life depended on it No one had told her her name yet The freckled boy with reddish hair and his chin raised in constant defiance was called Samuel kept his gaze alert as if waiting for the world to throw them another blow at any moment The sixth was Benjamin about 3 years old who walked holding onto the
dress of one of the twins with unsteady steps but without complaining And finally the baby in Noah’s arms the smallest of all barely opened his eyes ignoring the weight that life had left behind on his siblings When they reached the top of the hill Elisa could see the house or what had once been one it was smaller than she imagined A wooden cabin with a tilted roof the boards bleached by the sun and a door that hung crooked barely held by a rusty hinge The cracked chimney seemed about to
collapse A broken fence surrounded a dry lot where there might once have been a garden or some animals. He didn’t go ahead, he pushed the door that creaked as if protesting being opened and entered without a word. The others followed him one by one as if it were a well-known ritual. Elisa took a deep breath before crossing the threshold. And what she found inside squeezed her heart. The interior was dark with the windows covered by old rags that barely let in the light. The air smelled of ashes, humidity, and sadness. There was a wobbly wooden table surrounded by
unmatched benches. In the center, seven empty plates were perfectly aligned as if someone had put them there hoping for a miracle. Next to the fireplace, a wooden crate served as a cradle. There, the baby she wasn’t carrying was placed with extreme care. The walls were adorned only with damp stains and a few empty hooks where perhaps pots or tools had hung that were no longer there. In one corner, an extinguished wood stove. In another, a pile of worn blankets that were probably all the beds they had.
Noah put the suitcase on the floor with a heavy sigh. This was Dad’s place, he said, pointing to the The only chair with a backrest located at the head of the table Elisa felt a lump in her throat Then it feels empty she answered lowering her voice Noah nodded silently Suddenly the smallest girl the one who had not spoken the whole way approached holding tightly the blanket she brought with her Her big, dark eyes looked at her with a mixture of distrust and hope “My name is Lucy” she said
almost in a whisper, “Mom told me I knew how to take care of things.” Elisa bent down to her level, stroked her cheek, and smiled even though her heart was trembling inside. “So, are you going to help me take care of you, okay?” Lucy said, nodding without letting go of the blanket. Ela got up, took a deep breath, and walked over to the corner where the kitchen seemed to be. She opened one of the cupboards only to find it empty. Nothing, no flour, rice, or legumes, just an old bag of salt and a jar with something that looked more like dust than sugar. She turned to the children. What have you eaten these days? Abigail asked. She answered without looking up.
When Dad died, Samuel caught a rabbit. But it’s over now. Samuel crossed his arms, his jaw set, as if he refused to accept that what he did was enough, when deep down he knew it wasn’t. Elisa closed her eyes, reached into her travel bag, and took out the only thing she had kept hidden during the entire journey: a small piece of dried meat and a handful of herbs. She had set it aside for herself in case the journey was longer than expected. But it wasn’t for her anymore. She put a pot on the stove, filled it with water from the only bucket
in the corner, clumsily lit the fire, and began to cook. She added the meat, the herbs, and stirred while the smell slowly filled the air changing the atmosphere For the first time since she moved in the house it no longer smelled of sadness it smelled like home The children sat around the table in complete silence She didn’t hold the baby in her arms rocking him gently Abigail and Amelia held hands Samuel kept his eyes fixed on the pot as if his life depended on it Lucy was still hugging her blanket Benjamin the
3 year old climbed onto the bench and looked at Elisa as if she were the most important person in the world When she served the first course she didn’t say much Eat slowly Let your stomach remember how it’s done And they obeyed without protesting without speaking without looking up Elisa didn’t eat She stood by the door watching her stomach It was growling But she let it growl That food wasn’t for her it was for them so they would know even for a moment that someone someone had decided to stay And as she watched them something inside her
chest began to change something that had no name but that perhaps looked a lot like love The afternoon fell slowly painting the sky a deep orange that mixed with violet and pink tones From The small window of the cabin Elisa watched as the sun disappeared behind the hills while the shadows lengthened and the wind brought with it a cold that crept through every crack in the house. Inside the atmosphere had changed. Where before there was silence and fear, now there was a faint murmur of spoons against plates and small sighs.
satisfied It wasn’t a banquet by any means but after days of hunger that simple broth tasted heavenly When they finished eating Noah got up, took the pots and without saying anything went to the well behind the house to get water and wash the utensils Samuel followed him carrying the dishes It wasn’t an order It was simply the custom of those who knew that if they didn’t do it no one else would Elisa stayed inside with the twins Lucy Benjamin and the baby who was sleeping soundly in the wooden box by the fire She watched the girls as
they folded the blankets they would use to sleep Their movements were clumsy but determined There was something deeply sad about seeing such young children performing tasks that weren’t theirs Where did their dad usually sleep Elisa asked looking around Abigail pointed to a corner by the window where there was a thin mattress covered by a patched blanket “There” she whispered He nodded slowly Then he looked towards the pile of blankets stacked at the other end of the cabin “And are you all here” Amelia replied pointing to the floor Lucy’s voice interrupted the
moment Sometimes when It was so cold we were all sleeping close together hugging Elisa felt something break inside her chest She bent down stroked Lucy’s tangled hair and took a deep breath forcing herself not to cry Not now not in front of them When Noa and Samuel returned the sun had already completely disappeared The darkness was settling in fast and with it a different silence Outside the crickets were singing the wind shook the dry branches making the wood of the roof creak as if it was about to collapse He didn’t close
the door with the old wooden crossbar that served as a lock Then he looked at Elisa with the seriousness of someone who knows that life gives no respite You should stay here tonight Tomorrow if you want you can leave Elisa stared at him That phrase although said with apparent indifference carried an implicit plea disguised as resignation I’m not going to leave” she replied with a firm voice much firmer than what she felt inside Not tonight not tomorrow Samuel frowned Are you really he asked crossing his arms as if he couldn’t
believe it Really “I’ll be right back,” he said with a sigh. “For now, let’s get ready for a place to sleep.” The twins started laying out the blankets on the floor. Lucy ran over to the baby box to make sure he was properly covered. Benjamin dragged a nearly unmade cushion to the corner nearest the fire. Lisa took off her shoes, stretched her sore muscles, and helped spread out the blankets. It wasn’t comfortable, it wasn’t enough, but it was what we had. “Tomorrow,” she said, tucking one of the blankets over the little ones. “We’ll see what we can do to
“Improve this place.” Noah, who was sitting in his father’s empty chair, stared into the fire. “Why,” he suddenly muttered, “Why didn’t you leave when you found out Dad was dead?” Elisa looked at him and for a moment didn’t know what to say because she didn’t have a clear answer herself. Maybe because when I saw their faces I understood that the reason I came wasn’t just to get married. Samuel snorted. “Well, there isn’t much worthwhile here.” Elisa stood up, crossed her arms, and looked at him seriously. “You’re wrong.” “Here are seven things that are worth more than anything
else in this world.” Samuel looked up, confused. “Seven.” She smiled tired but sincere. “Yes, you.” “For a second, the silence was absolute. Not even the wind dared to interrupt. Noah looked down, swallowing hard. The twins hugged each other in silence. Lucy snuggled up to the baby, stroking his little head. Benjamin, who was already fighting sleep, fell onto a blanket, closing his eyes. “Good night,” Elisa whispered, turning off the oil lamp. There was no answer, just the sound of seven.” hearts beating in
the middle of a night that for the first time in a long time wasn’t so scary The first ray of sunlight filtered through a crack in the old window painting a golden line across the dusty room Lisa opened her eyes slowly feeling her body numb from sleeping on the floor but with a strange sense of calm For a moment she didn’t remember where she was until she turned her head and saw around her seven little bodies wrapped in patched blankets some still breathing with
that slow rhythm of deep sleep Others like Samuel were already awake sitting silently with his knees pulled up to his chest and his gaze fixed on the door Noah was also awake cradling the baby with automatic movements as if he had done this all his life Eliza sat up slowly rubbed her eyes and looked around The musty smell was still there mixed now with the faint smoke from the embers that were still smoldering in the fireplace “Do you always get up this early?” She asked, breaking the silence.
She nodded, not looking at her. If we don’t do it, there’s no breakfast. Her voice was simple, like someone stating an inevitable fact. Samuel stood up and walked to the door. He opened it forcefully, letting the cold morning air sweep away some of the stale smell from inside. “If we don’t hunt or look for something today, we won’t eat,” he added, shrugging. Elisa stood up, shook the dust off her skirt, and took a deep breath. “Then let’s see what we can do,” she said more to herself than to them. She followed Samuel and Noa.
Outside the image was even more bleak than the one she remembered from the previous afternoon. The ground was dry, the fence half fallen, and the old chicken coop empty. Not a single hen, just a wooden skeleton eaten away by time. In the distance, a small garden that was once fertile was now nothing more than cracked earth and some dry stalks. Elisa put a hand to her forehead, taking a deep breath. She felt overwhelmed, but there was something in her that wouldn’t let her sink; a strength she would never have imagined she possessed. Have you ever
planted anything here? Noah asked. He nodded. Before Mom died, he planted corn. There were also carrots and potatoes, but without water. He shrugged. Everything dried up. Samuel kicked a rock in frustration. The rains aren’t like they used to be. Elisa crossed her arms, looking around. And what happened to the chickens? She didn’t lower her gaze. We sold them when Mom got sick. The last thing we had left. She swallowed. It was that. Hey, dying of hunger. The silence fell like a weight on the three of them. Only the wind dared to move
. The old wood of the empty chicken coop creaked. Elisa looked towards the house where from the window she could see the twins leaning out, silently watching them. Lucy hugged her blanket while Benjamin tried to climb onto the window frame to see too. She took a deep breath and then said it. This can’t go on like this. Noa looked at her frowning. And what are we supposed to do? Elisa stared at him with a determination that surprised even herself. We’re going to rebuild this place. Samuel let out a bitter laugh. What did he ask,
opening his arms? We don’t have any money, no food, nothing. We have hands, Elisa replied firmly. And as long as those hands can move, we can do something. She didn’t press her lips together. This isn’t so easy. It’s not a matter of wanting. Things are hard here. Nobody helps, nobody gives anything. Elisa held her gaze. Then we’ll do it alone. Samuel shook his head at Piscient but didn’t say anything. No neither. They both knew deep down that they had no other choice. Today, Elisa continued, taking a deep breath. We’re going to clear the land. We’ll remove the weeds. We’ll fix the fence.
We’ll see if that chicken coop can stand up again. And then looked at Noah You will show me where the well is what tools there are if there are any left He didn’t hesitate for a few seconds but finally nodded Okay When they returned to the house the girls were already organizing the blankets Without saying anything Elisa began to give directions Abigail Amelia help me take out everything that is not useful from here Lucy you can help clean the table and sweep Benjamin you stay with the baby okay Benjamin nodded as if that task made him feel
The children didn’t protest. It wasn’t that they trusted her blindly, but there was something in her voice, her attitude, that seemed different from anything they had ever known. And as the hours passed, something began to change. They removed the weeds, straightened part of the fence with fallen logs, found an old, rusty but useful shovel. They cleaned the well, which still had a little water, although dirty. Even Samuel, who at first refused, ended up on the roof fixing some tiles that were almost falling off. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t even enough. But when the
sun began to set again and the house looked a little less destroyed than in the morning, they all felt the same. For the first time in a long time, they had done more than just survive. Dawn came colder than usual. An icy breeze slipped through the cracks of the cabin, making the aged wood creak. Despite the work of the previous day, the place still felt fragile, as if it could collapse with the first whisper of the wind. Elisa opened her eyes when she heard the baby cry. No, he was no longer awake, rocking him in her
arms while the twins tried to light the stove to heat some water Samuel as usual was sitting in the corner observing everything in silence with a frown as if he was carrying on his shoulders a burden too heavy for his young age Iisa slowly sat up Every muscle in his body ached Sleeping on the floor and working from dawn to dusk had reminded him that his previous life was far behind him Today” he said while stretching “we are going to
look for food.” He did not look up “Where here there is nothing In the village” she answered decisively The words left an awkward silence in the air Samuel clicked his tongue “They are not going to give us anything The people there do not help They do not care.” Elisa looked at him fixedly So I am not going to ask, I am going to work to offer what I know how to do Amelia who until then had remained silent asked in a low voice “And if they do not want to either?” Elisa crouched down in front of her, took her small hands and smiled at her even though her heart
was trembling. Then we’ll learn to do everything alone, but first we’re going to try. The girls nodded and after a few seconds of silence, Noah sighed. I’ll go with you. Samuel stood up suddenly. No, I’m going. He crossed his arms. He doesn’t stay with the others. He knows how to take care of the baby better than I do. Elisa looked at him in surprise. She didn’t expect that from Samuel, but he understood in his own way. He didn’t trust the world. He didn’t want her to go alone, and he didn’t want to leave the little ones unprotected. Okay, he accepted. Are you coming with me? They prepared a small bag with the
few items they could offer a woven wicker basket some old tools and a couple of blankets in good condition that they could trade if necessary Before leaving Noah approached Elisa “Be careful” he said in a low voice “Some in the village are no good.
” Elisa nodded I know but we have no other choice They walked for almost an hour until they reached the village The road was surrounded by barren hills dry bushes and twisted trees that seemed to whisper secrets forgotten by the wind When they arrived Samuel tensed his shoulders Elisa could feel how his small body stiffened as if preparing for a fight that had not yet begun The town was small but organized enough A main street with a few shops a blacksmith’s shop a bakery that barely gave off a faint aroma of stale bread and a general store with a
faded sign The glances were not long in coming First a woman sweeping the entrance of her shop frowned at the sight of them Then a robust man with a thick mustache watched them from the doorway of the blacksmith’s shop crossing his arms “Look at them” he murmured Someone not short enough “The new one,” another replied, “the one who came from the train, what does she think she’s going to find here?” Samuel clenched his fists but Elisa held his arm. “No, don’t answer.
” They approached the largest shop behind the counter a middle-aged man with a sour face greeted them without looking up. “What do you want Elisa?” she took a deep breath. “I’ve come to offer a job. Clean, cook, wash, whatever.” We just need food. The man looked her up and down. Then he looked at Samuel and let out a sarcastic laugh. “Work.” Nobody gives anything away here, ma’am. “I’m not asking for charity,” she replied, staying calm. “I’m offering my hands.” The man paused as if considering the proposal but then shook his head. “There’s no work for
you here.” Samuel gritted his teeth. “I told you so,” he muttered angrily. Elisa didn’t give up. She went from shop to shop, knocked on every door, spoke to every person she met. Some ignored her, others looked at her with disdain, and one or two simply turned away before she could even finish her sentence. Just as they were about to give up, a voice stopped them. “Are you the woman who came from the train?” asked an elderly lady with white hair tied back in a bun standing in front of the village church. Elisa nodded exhausted. Yes, it’s me. The woman looked at her for a few minutes.
She was silent for seconds, as if trying to read something in his eyes. Then she nodded. Follow me. Not fully understanding, Elisa and Samuel followed her to a small house on the edge of town. The garden was unkempt, but it had obviously once been beautiful. “I need help,” said the woman, opening the door. “My back doesn’t let me do many things anymore. If you clean my house and tidy the garden, I can give you some food and maybe something else.” Elisa’s eyes filled with tears, but she held them back. Thank you, really. Thank you. The
woman nodded. Don’t thank me yet. The work will be hard. Samuel didn’t say anything, but the tension in his body began to relax. For the first time since they set foot in that town, someone hadn’t looked at them like they were trash. And as they began to clean up that overgrown garden, Elisa knew that maybe there was still hope. Elisa and Samuel worked for hours. They removed weeds, swept dry leaves, organized rusty tools that were scattered around the garden, and took bags full of old rags and
useless things out of the inside of that dusty house. The woman who was called Mrs. Agnes didn’t She talked a lot. She moved slowly, supported by a cane, but her eyes followed every movement with an attention that seemed impossible for her age. She observed, evaluated, but did not judge. When Elisa scrubbed the wooden floor of the living room, Agnes approached and after a few seconds of silence asked, “Why did you stay?” Elisa stopped, she squeezed the cloth in her hands and took a deep breath before answering because she couldn’t,
I couldn’t leave. When I saw those children, I understood that fate didn’t bring me here for a man, it brought me for them. Agnes looked at her for a few more seconds then nodded as if that confirmed what she already suspected. “You’re doing the right thing,” she said simply before turning around. As evening fell, the house was unrecognizable, not perfect, but cleaner, tidier, and above all, alive. Agnes handed them a small sack with bread, a little rice, some twisted carrots, and a jar of honey. It wasn’t much, but for them it was a treasure. When Elisa was about to
say goodbye, Agnes stopped her. Ten. She handed her a small bundle wrapped in cloth. They’re seeds. They won’t save you today, but they will tomorrow. Elisa took them, her eyes shining. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she whispered, clutching the bundle to her chest. “Don’t thank me. Just promise me you won’t give up.”
“The woman looked at her seriously. “This place is crueler than it seems.” Samuel, who had remained silent until then, asked with a frown, “Why do you say that?” Agnes sighed, leaning harder on her cane because there are people who can’t stand to see others get up. Their eyes hardened, and believe me, they had already started to look at them. Elisa felt a chill that had nothing to do with the cold of the evening. When they started back down the silence between them was thick, full of unspoken thoughts. Samuel was carrying the sack with the food hanging from his shoulder and kept looking
back as if he was waiting for someone to follow him. “Do you think the townspeople will do something?” Samuel asked, finally breaking the silence. Elisa took a deep breath. “I don’t know, but we’ll be prepared.” When they reached the top of the hill and the cabin appeared before their eyes, something inside them ignited. The twins ran towards them with open arms, followed by Lucy, who almost tripped in her hurry to catch up. They came back and shouted. “Did they bring food?” Benjamin asked, his eyes
huge. Elisa left the seeds safely inside the house and opened the sack. The children crowded around, excitement written all over them. the faces Noah took the baby and cradled him while smiling for the first time in days Today said Elisa looking at each one of them this house is a home again The girls began to unload Samuel distributed homework without anyone asking Lucy caressed the carrots as if they were jewels And Benjamin excitedly asked when they would eat bread but while the improvised family celebrated Noa who was still by the
door frowned Something moved in the distance a figure a shadow not close enough to distinguish but not far enough to ignore Elisa called in a tense voice Look she approached and together they saw the silhouette of a man riding a horse there on the opposite hill He wasn’t moving he wasn’t getting closer he just watched Who is it asked Samuel who also approached clenching his fists I don’t know” answered Elisa in a lower voice feeling a chill run down her spine The man slowly turned the horse and disappeared into the
trees as if he had never been there For a few seconds no one said anything The wind moved the dry leaves The silence became so dense that it almost It hurt Until Noah with a hardened face said it in a low but clear voice They are watching us And suddenly Elisa understood something The seeds, the bread and the honey were just the first step because what was coming was not just hunger it was something much more dangerous Night fell faster than usual A harsh and cold wind blew from the hills making
the old wood of the cabin creaked Elisa couldn’t get out of her mind the image of that figure on horseback watching them from a distance Noa Samuel and she spent hours checking every corner of the house reinforcing the door with what little they had an old plank across it and some crooked nails The windows were secured with logs and stacked boxes It wasn’t much but at least it gave the feeling that they wouldn’t be surprised so easily The rest of the children perceived the change in the atmosphere The twins no longer played or laughed Lucy with
her blanket hugged to her chest didn’t leave baby Benjamin’s side asking over and over again “Are they going to come? Are they going to take us?” Elisa bent down hugged him tightly and always answered the same “No one is going to take you Come.” No one But even she wasn’t sure that was true Shortly after midnight a sharp knock broke the silence Pam The wood of the fence split then another knock and another No She peeked through the crack in the window There are two of them she whispered Two men are are kicking the fence checking Samuel gritted his teeth his face hardened
with rage “I knew this was going to happen” he muttered as he searched for the biggest stick he could find Elisa took a deep breath Her heart was beating so hard she felt like it was going to burst her chest She clenched her fists approached the door and signaled all the children to stay quiet Outside a hoarse, mocking voice was heard clear as metal “We know you’re there woman” said one of them “This isn’t yours You have no right to be here Go back where you came from” added another in an even more
threatening tone This land was already promised and no one wants a burden like you and those brats Elisa gulped looked at Noah who was holding the baby tightly then at Samuel, who was trembling not from fear but from suppressed fury, “What do we do?” Noah asked in a barely audible voice. Elisa closed her eyes for a second. Then, with the determination she never thought she would have, she raised her head and walked towards the door and opened it. Yes, she opened it. The two men, surprised, remained silent for a second. They were tall, dirty, with worn-out hats and boots full of mud. One of them
carried a whip wrapped around his waist. The other had a short knife hanging from his belt. “Do you have a problem?” Elisa asked, looking them straight in the eyes. “More than you can imagine,” the one with the knife replied. “This land was in debt.” “Your husband owed us a lot and now you and these brats are occupying something that doesn’t belong to you.” Elisa took a deep breath, standing firm. “We won’t leave.” The other man took a step forward, crossing his arms. “Look, woman, we’re only going to tell you once.” “You have three days.” “Three.” “Either you get out of here or you
We drag you out With all those brats crying in the background, the other added with a crooked smile Samuel took a step forward squeezing the stick so hard his knuckles turned white Try it he snapped with rage rising in his throat The man burst out laughing Look at the little mouse Do you want to be a lion Elisa extended an arm blocking Samuel No Her voice was firm almost sharp We are not afraid of them The men looked at each other One spat on the ground Then choose well woman You have three days without saying another They
turned around, kicked the already broken fence and left, disappearing into the shadows of the hill Elisa slammed the door breathing heavily She wasn’t trembling she didn’t know if it was from fear or helplessness Samuel threw the stick to the ground in fury Damned he shouted “Do you want to take everything from us?” As always Elisa bent down held him by the shoulders and forced him to look at her Listen to me carefully Samuel Her voice was full of force They are not going to decide what happens to us They are not going to decide if we stay or
go Samuel was breathing heavily with his eyes full of rage and tears And if they come back Elisa gritted her teeth Then this is where we really start to fight The room fell silent Everyone was looking at each other with fear yes but also with something new something they couldn’t put into words something that felt dangerously like hope And while the fire in the fireplace sparkled Elisa knew with absolute certainty that there was no turning back Not this time the next morning dawned heavy with a gray sky and a wind that
seemed to announce a storm But it wasn’t just the weather There was something in the air a dense feeling as if the whole world was holding its breath before something big Elisa had hardly slept at all Her body was asking for rest but her mind wouldn’t allow it Every time she closed her eyes she saw the faces of those two men the clear threat in their words the contempt in their gazes While she prepared a little hot water with the last remaining splinters Noah sat down beside her holding the baby who babbled innocently oblivious to the fear that filled
the cabin And now what are we going to do asked Noah his voice full of worry Elisa looked at him and although her heart was trembling her face remained firm We can’t wait around They aren’t going to give up and neither are we Samuel who had been awake since before dawn looked out the window constantly like a sentry I don’t see anyone but they’re there I know it He gritted his teeth angrily They are always there Elisa took a deep breath I’m going to go to the village Alone asked Noah alarmed Noah you’re coming with me he said looking at him with
decision Samuel stays here with the girls and the baby If something happens they will barricade themselves inside the house They won’t open the door for anything Samuel nodded seriously like an adult I won’t let anyone touch them The twins looked at each other with huge eyes but said nothing Lucy hugged her blanket tighter and Benjamin although he didn’t fully understand what was happening stuck to one of his sisters in Mindobi “Silence we will be back before noon” assured Elisa promised he took the seeds that Agnes had given him and a couple of blankets that still had value They had no money
but the little they had would be their currency The road to the town seemed longer that morning Noa said nothing she just walked with her jaw clenched and her fists closed Every so often she looked towards the trees as if she expected someone to come out of them ready to hurt them When they arrived they noticed that something was not right The looks were even colder than before the whispers most poisonous “Look at her” someone muttered “They think they can take that land” whispered another “They won’t last “a lot,” added a voice in the background. “But not everyone looked at them the same way.” From the entrance of the bakery,
Mrs. Agnes watched them with her arms crossed. Her expression was hard, not out of contempt, but rather out of concern. Elisa approached her. “I need your help,” she said bluntly. Agnes nodded. “I know. Come with me.
” They walked towards the old woman’s small house while Noah looked around tensely. When they entered, Agnes closed the door and bolted it. “I found out last night,” he said without even asking. “We already knew. Sooner or later it was going to happen.” “Who are they?” asked Noah. The woman sat down with difficulty, taking a deep breath before answering. “They’re the Graves brothers.” Her voice was bitter. “Owners of half the land around here Or so they think They take advantage of those who have nothing They lent your father money in exchange for more than any decent man would accept Elisa clenched her fists and now they think they have the right to take
everything from us Agnes nodded Exactly And I’m going to tell you something else Under her voice You’re not the first they’ve tried to throw out It doesn’t make sense She tensed What happened to the others The woman lowered her gaze Some left others disappeared Elisa felt her skin prickle I’m not leaving Agnes stared at her as if trying to gauge how much of that determination was real Then listen carefully There’s someone else who can help you He doesn’t live in town but comes to the blacksmith’s every week His name is Warren Who is he asked Noah your brother
Father Agnes’s voice was so forceful that for a second everything was silent. What? Elisa put her hand to her chest. Noah, your father had a brother. Didn’t he remain paralyzed? Father never, never spoke to us about him. Agnes nodded sadly. They hadn’t spoken for years. They argued over something no one here remembers anymore. But I’ll tell you one thing, Warren isn’t like those wretches, he’s different. Elisa took a deep breath. Where can I find him? He must arrive today or tomorrow. He always stops by the blacksmith’s shop at the end of the day. Elisa nodded, determination growing
in her chest like a fire that no one could put out. Let’s wait for him. Agnes got up with difficulty and went to dinner. She took out a sack with some flour, a jar of dried beans, and some fat. “Take this, it’s not much, but it’s something.
” She handed the sack to Noah. “I don’t want to go back to the cabin by the road. Take the path in the woods, it’s longer, but safer.” Elisa hugged her. “Thank you, I don’t know how. Save your thanks for when all this is over,” the old woman replied. “If it ever ends.” When they left the house. Noah walked in silence. His expression had changed. It was no longer just concern, there was something more. Do you think that Warren guy will help us? Elisa asked, squeezed his shoulder. I don’t know, but we can never give up. And as they walked towards the blacksmith’s shop, the shadows of two men watched from afar. Hidden among the trees, they were
also waiting. Elisa and Noah waited for almost two hours next to the town’s blacksmith’s shop. The metallic sound of the hammer hitting the anvil resonated like a clock marking the passage of time and uncertainty. The tension in Noah’s shoulders was evident. He paced back and forth with his jaw clenched, his hands sweaty, and his eyes fixed on every horse that crossed the road. “What if he doesn’t come?” he asked, swallowing hard. “Will he?” Elisa replied, although deep down she feared not. The sun was beginning to set
when in the distance they saw a figure on horseback approaching along the dusty road. He was in no hurry. His posture was straight and secure. He wore a worn leather coat, tall boots, a black hat, and an expression as hard as the ground he walked on. The blacksmith looked up and, recognizing him, nodded respectfully. “There it is,” he murmured. He didn’t swallow. His hands were trembling. “That’s it,” he whispered without finishing the sentence. The man dismounted nimbly, tied the horse to the post, and turned toward them. His piercing gray eyes
scanned them from head to toe. Noha stopped in particular, with a strange mixture of recognition and surprise. “You,” he murmured, frowning. “You’re just like,” he broke off and shook his head. “It can’t be.” Elisa took a step forward, swallowing her fear. “You Warren Walker.
” He looked at her, his eyes narrowed. “And who are you?” “My name is Elisa Henderson,” he took a deep breath. “Her brother, her brother, Richard wrote to me. I came to marry him.” Warren clenched his jaw. For a moment his expression hardened even further, but then softened slightly. Richard repeated, almost in a whisper. He didn’t know that under his gaze he took a breath and raised it again. “Where is Elisa?” He pressed his lips together, lowering his head. She died of a snakebite a few days ago. For a moment, everything went silent. Warren closed his eyes, clenching
his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Damn big head,” he muttered more to himself than to them. He knew something like this could happen. When he opened his eyes again, he stared at Noah. “And you are?” He didn’t lift his chin, holding his gaze as best he could even though his legs were shaking. I’m Noah, his son. Warren blinked. He took a step back as if the weight of that revelation had hit him in the chest. His gaze softened but also filled with a deep, ancient pain. “Good Lord,” he murmured, taking off his hat and running his hand through his
hair. “You look just like him.” Elisa took a deep breath. We’re alone, she said, her voice shaking. He died and now there are seven children without a father and me. I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t leave them. Warren pressed his lips together, saying nothing. His chest rose and fell hard, fighting against something he didn’t know how to put into words. Finally, he swallowed and turned to the blacksmith. Give me a minute. The man nodded and stepped away. Warren turned to them, crossing his arms. Listen. His voice was deep, heavy with years of battles
lost and won. I don’t know what Richard told you. I don’t know what he promised you, but I’ll tell you something. This place, this place is hell. He didn’t clench his fists. We already know. Warren nodded, a flash of pride in his eyes. Yes, yes, they know. He took a deep breath. And if you’re here, if you haven’t run away, it’s because you’re braver than half the men in this town. Ela took a step forward. The Graves came last night. They gave us three days. Three days to leave. Warren frowned. Yes, those wretches, I’m not surprised. His jaw
tightened so much it was made of stone. They’ve been waiting for Richard to die. They’ve known for years that I wouldn’t be able to pay them and now they think they can keep everything. We’re not going to leave, Elisa affirmed without hesitation. Warren looked at her. For the first time, his eyes stopped being hard. They softened just a little. No, they’re not going to leave. He nodded firmly. Because even though Richard is dead, he left something behind, something that those wretches don’t know. Noah looked at him suspiciously. What is it? Warren took a deep breath, approached the horse, opened a leather saddlebag and took out a package wrapped in cloth. He put it in.
On a nearby table, with trembling hands she opened it. Inside was an old notebook with worn covers and yellowed pages. The same notebook Richard used for his accounts, drawings, and notes. Warren flipped through the pages until he reached the end. There, in shaky but clear handwriting, was a note: If I die before she gets here, let her know that everything I have, no matter how little, belongs to her and my children. This land, this house, this place, isn’t much, but it’s all we are. Warren looked up.
Richard sent it to me weeks ago. He knew it could happen. He asked me to hold on to it in case he didn’t get here in time. She put a hand to her mouth, feeling tears sting her eyes. She wasn’t trembling. This. Warren closed the notebook. This is what gives us the right to stay, what gives them the right to fight. Because even though the law here isn’t always fair, there are things that the Graves or anyone else can’t erase . She clenched her fists, feeling something inside her ignite like never before. Then we will fight. Warren nodded with a
crooked smile. Yes, little one, we will fight. And as the sun went down in the horizon for the first time in many days Elisa and Noah felt that they were not alone The way back to the cabin was different It wasn’t just that Noah walked with longer strides with his back straighter or that Elisa held Richard’s notebook to her chest as if it were a treasure It was Warren walking by her side silent firm but not indifferent Elisa noticed how every so often he looked at her out of the corner of his eye It wasn’t just any look it wasn’t judgment it wasn’t distrust it was something more
complex a mixture of surprise curiosity and perhaps something more that he himself didn’t dare to accept For her part Elisa also watched him That man was not as she had imagined It wasn’t just rudeness There was something in his way of walking how he checked every shadow on the path protecting them how he always stayed between her and any danger When they reached the top of the hill the cabin appeared before them But something was wrong The fence was more wrecked than before The chicken coop although empty had been knocked down and the door
was open No Noah screamed starting to run Wait Warren grabbed his arm stopping him Don’t run towards a trap Elisa felt her blood run cold The Warren children turned towards her and placed a firm hand on her shoulder It wasn’t just any gesture it was strength but also restraint And for a second Elisa felt the trembling that ran through her body stop “Look at me” he said with that deep voice that seemed made to overcome fear “Whatever happens you stay behind me.” Understood Elisa swallowed
Her wet eyes stared into his and for the first time she allowed herself to let go of the load a little. “Understood,” she whispered. With a quick movement, Warren pulled an old but well-maintained shotgun from the horse’s saddlebag. “Let’s go!” They advanced slowly. The footsteps on the dry earth seemed to thunder like drums. He didn’t follow with his fists clenched. Elisa, although her instinct was to run, obeyed because something in the way Warren protected her made her trust. Samuel called Noah in a low voice. A creaking sound behind the house made them turn. Warren raised the shotgun and
was ready. Get out of there, he ordered. Silence. Then a whisper. Noah appeared from the bushes, covered in dust, with a stick in his hand and his clothes torn. He ran towards them, agitated. They left, he gasped. They came, they kicked everything but they didn’t get in. What about the others? Elisa asked, her heart in her mouth. Inside. We barricaded ourselves in. Like you said. They couldn’t get in. They ran towards the cabin. Upon entering, Elisa let out a sigh that shook her to the bone. The twins Lucy and Benjamin were in the corner, huddled
together, each other, but safe. Elisa dropped to her knees and hugged them so tightly that for a second she thought she would never let go. “They’re okay, they’re okay.” she repeated like a mantra. When she looked up she found Warren watching her. His expression was no longer that of a man hardened by the years but of someone who for the first time in a long time was remembering what it felt like to care. Honestly, Noah looked at Warren and then at Samuel. How many were three? Samuel spat on the ground. They destroyed everything they could. But they couldn’t
get in. Warren checked the door, the windows, the fence. His gaze was cold and analytical, but when he passed near Elisa, he let his guard down a little. This is no longer a threat, he said, turning to her. This is a war. Elisa stood up, staring at him. Well then, we fight. Warren held her gaze and for a second they both forgot everything else. They weren’t seeing the tough man or the woman who came from the train. They saw each other for what they truly were. Two broken people holding each other up. He looked away. First, he coughed as if he needed to break
that moment. Let’s reinforce this. His voice was raspier than necessary. They won’t sleep peacefully tonight. Samuel. Noah and the twins began to move, bringing wood, stones, that they found Lucy stayed glued to Elisa as if she knew something important was happening even though she didn’t understand it As Warren nailed a plank over the door Elisa walked over took another nail and held it out for him Her fingers brushed against his For a second neither of them moved “Thank you” she whispered Warren didn’t
He just nodded, but his jaw tensed and his hands trembled for a moment. Elisa noticed and smiled. We’re not alone, she said more to herself than to him. And in that instant, they both knew. Something had started, something neither of them expected, but that was impossible to stop. Night fell like a heavy blanket over the cabin. The wind blew harder than other days, making the dry branches crackle and shaking the planks they had hastily placed to reinforce the doors and windows.
Inside, the atmosphere was tense. The girls were huddled by the fire. Lucy hugged her blanket, her eyes wide open. Benjamin no longer asked if everything was going to be okay, he simply clung to the hem of Amelia’s dress as if that would be enough to keep out whatever monsters the night might bring. Warren checked every corner, tightening nails, placing additional logs on the door, making sure everything was as firm as possible. Noa and Samuel helped him in silence. Their hardened faces had transformed, no longer
just children, they were soldiers in a war they hadn’t chosen. Elisa She was finishing arranging some blankets by the fire when Warren approached. “I want to stay awake tonight,” he said, crossing his arms. “We don’t know if they’re going to try anything, but if they do, it won’t take us by surprise.” “Me too,” Elisa replied without hesitation. “I’m not going to sleep while you’re all awake.” Warren looked at her seriously, but behind that hard expression, something was trembling that not even he knew how to control. “You’re closer than I imagined,” Elisa murmured. He held her gaze,
crossing her arms. “And you’re not as insensitive as you seem.” For a moment, the two remained silent. Their gazes intertwined, long, tense gazes full of words that neither of them dared to say. The fire projected shadows that danced across their faces, giving them an almost unreal look, as if they were the last two beings standing in a world that was falling apart. Warren was the first to look away. He coughed, rubbed the back of his neck, and walked towards the window, hiding something he clearly didn’t know how
to handle. “I’m going to keep watch from here.” His voice was drier than necessary. Elisa took a deep breath, followed him, and leaned against the frame beside him. “Are they coming?” she asked softly. Warren clenched his jaw. “I know they’ll come.”
” His grey eyes stared into the darkness with a mix of fury and determination They’re not used to someone telling them no There was a long, heavy silence until almost without thinking Warren spoke I didn’t think His voice lowered It barely broke I didn’t think I was going to care so much Elisa looked at him without fully understanding What thing he took a deep breath clenched his fists you He looked her straight in the eyes as if it hurt him to say it but he couldn’t hold it in anymore I didn’t think I was going to care about you or these children or this place Damn Elisa felt something break inside her Or maybe something that had always been broken was beginning to heal I didn’t come here she swallowed I didn’t come here looking for
that But she didn’t finish the sentence there was no need Because Warren took a step towards her he didn’t say more he just raised his hand slowly as if he still wasn’t sure he should do it and brushed a lock of hair from her face His hand was shaking and when his fingers brushed her cheek it was as if the whole world ceased to exist “I don’t know if this is crazy” Warren whispered with a barely audible But I don’t care Elisa closed her eyes for a moment letting that fleeting caress burn her skin When she opened them again her gaze was
different It was no longer that of a lost woman but that of someone who finally understood that destiny doesn’t always bring what you want but what you need We are not alone Warren she whispered with a breaking voice Warren lowered his head rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes No His voice broke For the first time the strong man hard impenetrable dropped the weapons they were like that for a moment long seconds where only the two of them existed the fire the darkness the threats everything became a
distant rumor until a dry noise outside brought them back to reality “Did you hear that?” asked Noha approaching quickly Warren suddenly broke away grabbed the shotgun and peeked through the crack “Yes they are here.” Elisa felt her heart race but it wasn’t just fear she felt it was something stronger a certainty that burned in her chest She was no longer alone anymore Everyone inside away from the windows Warren ordered in a firm voice recovering its toughness Tonight no one is broken And while the shadows moved outside while the footsteps
crunched on the dry earth Elisa and Warren understood that what they were defending wasn’t just a house it was the beginning of something that no enemy was going to be able to tear down the crackling of branches the neighing of a horse in the distance and some muffled voices that broke the night The threat that until then had been like a distant shadow now had the form of weight and was right in front of them Warren adjusted the trigger of the shotgun His gray eyes hard as steel did not blink Elisa was at his side holding an oil lamp with a trembling hand
but with his jaw so tight it seemed made of stone Samuel Noah Warren’s voice was a whisper but loaded with authority Keep everyone away from the windows If you hear someone coming in go to the back room You’re not coming out of there And you asked Noah with his eyes wide open Warren looked at Elisa and for the first time in front of everyone gently placed a hand on her back It wasn’t just protection it was a silent pact We hang in here from outside a voice broke the calm
We know you’re there Come out right now and nothing will happen to you Samuel gritted his teeth Lie Warren nodded without taking his eyes off the window Yes it’s always a lie Elisa took a deep breath Her chest was rising and falling quickly But when she turned her head and looked at Warren she felt something that extinguished her fear trust Suddenly a sharp knock shook the door Bam bam bam The wood trembled but it held Last chance woman one of them shouted You have no right to be here This land is not yours anymore Warren approached the crack in the window looked for a second and returned to Elisa’s side There are
three of them His voice was low, controlled, the same ones as before But now they’re armed Ela swallowed What do we do? Guarantor looked at her and then it happened In the middle of that chaos, of the threat, of fear, of danger, he took her face in his hands as if that were the most urgent thing, the most necessary, and he kissed her It wasn’t a kiss, it was a kiss that said it all, that shouted what they hadn’t allowed themselves to say in days A kiss that tasted of gunpowder, of earth, of sweat, of hope and of life When they separated, both of their eyes shone “If we don’t get out of this,” he murmured, his voice breaking “I wanted
you to know that since you arrived everything changed for me Elisa took a deep breath, pressing her hands against his chest “And you changed everything for me,” she whispered with held back tears “Whatever happens, I’m not alone anymore.” Another knock on the door Bam bam bam Warren raised the shotgun “Go away!” He shouted. This land is not yours and if you try to enter you will fall one by one. From outside, laughter. Look at the brave one, one replied. Do you think an old shotgun is going to stop us? Another blow. This time the hinge creaked. The wood began to give way.
Samuel was holding a stick. He didn’t have a rusty knife in his hands. The twins were hugging Lucy and Benjamin in the corner. All trembling but together. Guarren whispered. Elisa. They can’t take this away from us. He looked at her, clenched his jaw and nodded. No, they can’t. The next blow opened the door halfway. A shadow crossed the threshold and that’s when Warren fired. The bang echoed like thunder. One of the men fell to the ground screaming while holding his leg. Damn him! another shouted, launching himself towards the entrance. Samuel, without thinking, stepped in the way.
and hit his knee with the stick so hard that the man fell sideways dropping the gun He didn’t lunge at him kicking with all the pent up rage The third seeing the other two fall back “It’s not worth it!” he shouted “It’s not worth it” he got on his horse and fled leaving behind his companions who were moaning on the ground defeated When silence returned only the labored sound of everyone’s breathing and Lucy’s shouts remained as she ran towards Elisa hugging her tightly Warren lowered the shotgun looked at the
men on the ground and spat on them with contempt Get up and tell the whole town that no one breaks here anymore Elisa was trembling but when Warren looked at her his expression softened He approached he took her face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers We are okay” he whispered “We are okay.
” Elisa closed her eyes “Yes and now I know that all of this is worth it.” And in the midst of the darkness as the stars timidly began to rise in the sky they understood that what they had just defended was not just a cabin it was their home their family their life Dawn came with a strange silence It was not the same tense and fearful silence of the previous days It was a different one dense loaded with glances whispers that traveled on the wind from the town to the hills The news spread faster than any fire The woman from the train and that Warren faced
the graves They shot them they threw them out like dogs They did not leave and they will not leave From the window Warren watched the path that led to the town His gaze was hard as always but there was something new in it something he had not had for years something he himself had forgotten how it felt purpose Behind him Elisa stirred the ashes of the fire preparing bread with the flour they had left The twins helped while Lucy and Benjamin sorted the seeds that Agnes had given them days ago Samuel and Noah
repaired the fence their small hands covered in splinters but with serious faces almost adults They were a family a real one When Elisa turned around her eyes automatically searched for Warren It wasn’t something conscious She no longer thought about whether she should look at him or not She simply did it As if since that kiss under the fire the night before their souls had become tangled in a way impossible to untie Warren feeling her gaze turned around slowly For a second the hardness disappeared from his face Alone
She was left alone Elisa Last night he began, his voice lower than he intended I thought you might have run away She put the ladle on the table, wiped her hands and walked slowly towards him without taking her gaze from his grey eyes “And why would I do that?” she whispered, crossing her arms Warren clenched his jaw he looked away for a second as if finding the words cost him more than any fight Because this place isn’t fair because you don’t deserve to be here fighting suffering Elisa touched his face forcing him to look at her Her warm
firm hand fit perfectly on his cheek “Maybe I don’t deserve it” she whispered “But you didn’t deserve to be alone either.” Warren’s breath caught in his throat. He closed his eyes for a second as if those words had been stronger than any bullet fired the night before. When I saw you get off that train, he murmured, his voice breaking. I didn’t think you’d be the one to come and save us all. Elisa moved a little closer until their foreheads touched. Neither you nor I thought that this place was you. Warren held her by the waist and pulled her towards him, and for
a second, time stopped again. Their lips met again, but this time not with the urgency of fear, but with the certainty that what was beginning to grow between them wasn’t an impulse, it was home. Mom. Benjamin’s voice made them separate suddenly. They both turned at the same time. Ela, her cheeks flushed, cleared her throat. “Yes, love. There’s a man on the road,” she said, pointing with her small finger towards the hill. “He’s coming this way.” Warren tensed. His eyes immediately sharpened. He walked to the
door and grabbed his shotgun, but barely looked through the crack. He lowered the weapon slowly. He’s not one of the serious ones. When the man got close enough, they recognized him. It was the town marshal. He was riding on horseback, his face serious but not hostile. Behind him were two other townspeople, the lady who owned the draper’s store and the pastor of the church. When he dismounted, he adjusted his hat and looked at Warren and Elisa. “They told me,” he said, “they simply told me what happened.” And Warren asked, crossing his arms. And the marshal took a deep breath. We’re not going to let
the serious ones keep doing what they’re doing. No more. Elisa fell silent. No. Samuel and the girls peeked out from behind her, holding hands. We’re not here to kick you out,” the marshal continued. “We’re here to tell you that if you want to stay, the town is ready to help you.” Elisa blinked in disbelief. “Help us.” The woman from the draper’s store nodded. “We didn’t know,” she said, her voice shaking. “Or we didn’t want to see. But you You guys have reminded us that this place can be better Warren was silent for a second then looked at Elisa she looked back at him and in those
seconds they both understood that finally something was changing It wasn’t just that they had resisted it wasn’t just that they had protected their home it was that they had begun to build something bigger something that no one could ever take away from them The following days were so different that they almost seemed to belong to another life A life where fear was no longer the owner of each dawn where shadows didn’t have so much power where for the first time the word home began to make sense The entire town slowly began to arrive First timid,
distrustful then determined The woman from the fabric store brought blankets, clothes for the children and even scraps of linen to cover the windows The baker appeared with sacks of flour The blacksmith arrived with nails, wood, tools and a sincere offer If you are going to rebuild, count me in The children who until recently only knew how to hide or run now ran yes but around the yard chasing new chickens that a neighbor had given them Samuel and Noah worked shoulder to shoulder with Warren fixing the fence raising the roof strengthening the
walls The twins had taken absolute control of the kitchen while Lucy helped sort the seeds Benjamin with his hat tilted from side to side with an empty bucket just because he said he had a very important mission And between all of that were them Warren and Elisa every glance every accidental touch of hands every hidden smile while they split wood or while one of them passed a tool to the other Was one more brick in what they were building not just a home not just a family but
something that neither of them had imagined having again love One afternoon when the sun was beginning to set Elisa was in the garden kneeling planting carrots with Lucy when she felt a shadow behind her she turned and there was Warren He didn’t say anything at first he just looked at her She lifted her chin with her hands full of dirt and smiled What’s wrong she asked Warren took a deep breath took off his hat held it against his chest as if that simple gesture cost him more than facing three armed men I was
swallowing I spent my whole life believing that I didn’t have a place that I didn’t deserve one Elisa stood up slowly Warren he took a step towards her And then you came you came you and these children and without asking They taught me what it means to belong. Elisa felt tears sting her eyes. Me neither, she whispered. I didn’t know I was looking for this place until I found you. Warren took her still-dirty hands and squeezed them so gently she seemed afraid of breaking something sacred. I don’t know if this is it.
what did you imagine when you got off that train but if you want his voice barely broke We can build something together not just a house but a home Elisa didn’t respond with words she simply threw herself towards him wrapping her arms around him hiding her face in his chest And there among the smell of earth wood sweat and hope she knew she would never be alone again Warren hugged her tightly closing his eyes as if with that hug he sealed not only a pact but a whole new life When they separated Warren’s hands went to his pocket He took out a small
wooden box It’s not a gold ring he said opening the box It’s my mother’s ring It’s not much but it’s all I have Puntelisa brought her hands to her mouth surprised Warren marry me she said with a firm but trembling voice Marry me and let’s finish building this place this family this life Tears rolled down Elisa’s face as she nodded Yes her voice was barely a whisper Yes Warren yes Behind them without them noticing Lucy watched them with a huge smile holding the bucket of seeds as if it were the greatest treasure
of the world Samuel Noa the twins shouted running towards the house they are getting married And while the laughter, the screams and the hugs filled the air the sun had finished setting dyeing everything a warm orange as if even the sky wanted to bless that moment The day of the ceremony dawned different The sky was clear the air was cleaner and even the wind seemed to blow softer It wasn’t a wedding like those in town There was no church, there were no decorated pews or flowers everywhere there were no expensive dresses or large
banquets But what there was was something that no other ceremony could match There were children running around the yard placing wildflowers in every corner The twins had made garlands with branches and flowers they found in the woods Lucí was holding a basket with petals that she would throw when Elisa walked by Noay and Samuel with serious and proud faces had prepared a small wooden arch raised right in front of the garden that they themselves had helped to plant Warren was waiting there wearing his
least worn shirt with his sleeves rolled up his hat in his hand and his eyes full of something that he had never let anyone I had seen until now Elisa came out of the cabin She wasn’t wearing a white dress She was wearing her simple skirt The same one she had gotten off the train in but now it was clean Adorned with a ribbon woven by the twins Her hair loose Styled with braided flowers And when Warren saw her he forgot everything About the past About the hurts About the losses All that had been darkness faded The only thing that existed was her
Elisa walked up to him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes And when they were face to face Warren took her hands tightly The pastor who had agreed to come from the village looked at both of them with a smile Ah sometimes he said God doesn’t put people where they want to be but where they are needed most All the children settled around holding hands Lucy clung to Benjamin who held his hat as if it were the most sacred thing in the world There is no Samuel standing seriously with his chest puffed out with pride “Guaren,” said the pastor
“Do you accept Elisa not only as your wife but as your partner in this life in this home As the mother of these children as the heart of this family that you have built from love and struggle Warren took a deep breath and his voice came out firmer than ever Yes yes I accept her I love her and I will love her all the days of my life Elisa was trembling with tears overflowing Elisa continued the pastor Do you accept Warren as your husband your partner your refuge and your strength Elisa squeezed her hands Yes Her voice broke Yes I accept it I love him and I will love him as long as I draw breath
Then the pastor said with a smile He pronounced them husband and wife And it was right there in front of the orchard at the old oak tree that had survived since before the cabin existed Surrounded by seven children who were no longer orphans but children Surrounded by neighbors who were no longer strangers but family There under a sky that seemed bluer than ever they kissed A kiss that wasn’t just love it was victory it was rebirth it was the promise that even if life had broken them together once nothing and no one could ever do it again years later when the
walls of that cabin were replaced by a big house with a wide porch and a full chicken coop when the orchards grew and the laughter of children and grandchildren filled the air that old notebook of Richard’s was still there on the mantel over the fireplace open on the last page there where Elisa wrote “Here was not born a family of blood here was born something stronger a chosen family Where once there was fear now there is love And where there was loneliness now there is home Yes this story touched your heart Subscribe because on this channel
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