Sorrow’s Song - Christian Amish Romance

By Hannah Miller

Emma and Andrew were elated when they found out that they were pregnant. Never would they have imagined their child's life ending so soon and so tragically. Devastated by the loss of their first born, Emma and Andrew's marriage is tested to the extreme, their love for each other unable to cover the pain and grief they both feel. 

Feeling as if there is no escape from her sorrow, Emma removes herself from Andrew, and he from her. They both react selfishly and angrily, and as their last bit of patience is tried, Emma makes a drastic decision. Will she and Andrew ever be able to move past their child's death? What will the Lord's plan be for their lives? 

Standalone short story with no cliff-hanger! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sweet Clean Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386763079

Book preview

Sorrow’s Song

Chapter 1

Emma’s worst fears had been realized. Her baby daughter had died during delivery.

Never before had the shadows seemed as dark, or the daylight seemed as dim. The only sound Emma could hear was the wailing of the women at the foot of the bed and the pounding of the rain on the windows.

She couldn’t feel anything; no pain, no anguish, no fear. Just an all-encompassing numbness as if the world around her had stopped, and she were perhaps dreaming.

It was midday, and she realized that things should be very different right now. It should be warm, happy, and peaceful. The room should be filled with laughter and tears of joy, with sunshine and of promises to come and to keep. Instead, it was cold, dark, and –

Dead.

With extreme effort, she forced herself to focus on the voice. It was the voice of her husband, Andrew.

His face was like ash, and a sheen of cold sweat was visible on his face and blonde hair. His usually bright and full blue eyes looked off far into the distance, as if he were lost in his own grief.

She’s...dead, he repeated.

The numbness held strong as she turned her attention to the windows. The rain hammered on the window panes almost angrily. She watched the rain as it fell, the drops sliding down the glass and disappearing from sight, never to be seen again.

Emma?

The voice of her dearest friend Sarah touched her heart, and she shifted her gaze to the woman who stood beside her bed.

Sarah’s gentle face was stricken, and trails of tears crossed her pretty cheeks.

Emma blinked in reply; words seemingly unimportant.

Sarah, a fresh tear falling onto her soiled apron, looked down at a bundle of blankets in her arms.

Emma recognized that blanket. It was pink, red, and white, made over several weeks with excited prayers and diligent hands. The blanket had lain in a cradle beside her bed for the last two months, folded neatly, a cheerful spot of color, waiting for its new owner.

But now, all rumpled and bathed in shadow, it repulsed her. It was a memento of death.

I have... Sarah mumbled, choking on her words between sobs. I have...

Rebecca? Emma finished for her, her voice sounding as if it had come from someone else, someone who did not reside in the room with them. It was almost painful to say, and it left a bitter taste in her mouth as she said the name out loud for the first time that day. A name that she and Andrew had chosen especially, one that they had both loved and agreed upon immediately.

But now the name was like a heavy stone tied to her ankle. The mere mention of it sent her into despair.

Emma stretched out her arms toward the bundle, just wanting, needing, to see it for herself.

Sarah hesitated, but eventually, slowly, ever so slowly, placed the blanket into her arms.

If she had been none the wiser, she would have