Until We Reach Home

Lynn Austin

Description

Life in Sweden feels like an endless winter to Elin Carlson after the deaths of her parents. When circumstances become unbearable, she determines to find a safe haven for her sisters.So begins their journey to America . . . the land of dreams and second chances.But as hardship becomes their constant companion, Elin, Kirsten, and Sofia question their decision to immigrate to Chicago. Will their hopes for the future ever be realized?ONLY IN CROSSING A SEEMINGLY ENDLESS OCEAN WILL THEY FIND THE TRUE MEANING OF LOVE, FAITH, AND HOMEA Christy Award Winner

Sujets

• Historical fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Baker Publishing Group
• Date de parution: 01 octobre 2008
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781441218636
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

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© 2008 by Lynn Austin
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan. www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2010
Ebook corrections 01.27.2017
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ISBN 978-1-4412-1863-6
Scripture quotations are from the Holy Bible, New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com
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To my family: my husband, Ken; my children, Joshua, Benjamin, Maya and Vanessa; my mom and dad; and my sisters, Bonnie and Peggy
Contents
Cover
Title
Copyright Page
Dedication
Part I
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Part II
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Part III
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
About the Author
Other Books by Lynn Austin
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Chapter One
E LIN C ARLSON WALKED into the barn and everything changed. Her sister Sofia stood illuminated by a shaft of sunlight as she paused from her chores; close beside her, talking softly to her, stood Uncle Sven. His hand rested on Sofia’s hair, which dangled down her back in a long, golden braid. Elin remembered the weight of his hand on her own head and for a moment she couldn’t breathe.
“Don’t tell anyone, Elin.”
Her fear erupted in a strangled shout. “Sofia!”
Her sister jumped. Timid Sofia was frightened of the dark and of Aunt Karin’s geese and sometimes her own shadow. Sofia pressed her hand to her heart as she turned toward Elin.
“Oh, you scared me!”
“Elin sneaks up as quietly as a mouse, doesn’t she?” Uncle Sven said. He chuckled in his good-natured way and settled his cap on his head. He strode past Elin, touching her shoulder briefly as he left the barn, the straw crunching beneath his heavy boots.
“Don’t tell anyone. . . . ”
Elin’s heart pounded. She couldn’t seem to move and didn’t trust herself to speak. Her breath plumed in the cold winter air. Sofia had returned to her chores, but she stopped and looked up again after a moment.
“What’s wrong, Elin?”
“Nothing.”
Everything .
Sofia was sixteen, the same age Elin had been three years ago when Uncle Sven and his family had moved in with them. She needed to warn Sofia, to tell her what could happen, what nearly had happened today. But Sofia was so young, so innocent. So happy. Elin had been all of those things, too, three years ago.
“What’s the matter?” Sofia asked again.
Elin shook her head and hurried out of the barn, running after her uncle, fear and anger boiling inside. Her boots bit through the snow’s crust as she ran. She caught up with him when he halted near the woodpile. He slowly turned to face her.
“Eh? You want something, Elin?”
How dare he pretend not to know. How dare he smile as if nothing had ever happened. Elin opened her mouth, longing to shout, “You leave Sofia alone!” But nothing came out.
Uncle Sven stared at her, his eyes boring into hers, his smile never wavering. Then he bent over, lifting the axe in one hand, a log in the other. He balanced the log on its end on the tree stump, then split it in two with one blow.
“You will be very sorry if you tell.”
Elin’s anger dissolved, leaving only her fear. She was speechless. Helpless.
She turned away and hurried back to the barn, aware that everything had changed. She would have to guard her sister night and day from now on. She could never leave Sofia alone with him again. Or Kirsten, either. Kirsten was their middle sister and only eighteen—had their uncle been alone with her, too?
Fear squeezed Elin’s chest as she watched Sofia put fresh hay in the cow stalls. The steady thwack s of her uncle’s axe continued outside the barn. Elin drew a shaky breath, struggling to keep her voice calm. “That’s good enough for today, Sofia. Go on up to the house.”
“Why? What’s wrong with you? Your face is as white as milk.”
“Nothing’s wrong.” She snatched the hay fork from Sofia’s hand and leaned it against the wall. “I’ll walk with you.”
“You act so crazy sometimes,” Sofia said with a frown.
No one will believe you, Elin. They will say you are crazy.
Perhaps she was crazy. The pressure in her chest increased as she drew another painful breath and tried to speak casually. “What was Uncle Sven doing in here?”
“You’ll never guess!” Sofia’s pale blue eyes sparkled with happiness. “He said I could ride to the village with him tomorrow if I wanted to. He said he would buy me a treat at Magnusson’s store—anything I wanted.”
So that was how it would begin for Sofia. She craved sweets as much as Elin had craved solace after Mama and Papa had died. Uncle Sven had offered Elin soothing words and warm arms and a comforting shoulder. “You are special, Elin. Do you know that? My special girl.” Now Sofia’s trust would be bought with peppermints and licorice sticks.
“You can’t go with him, Sofia. I need you to help me with . . . with . . . I need your help tomorrow.”
“But Uncle Sven said that I—”
“You and I will go into town another time. Now come up to the house with me.” She tried to link arms with her sister, but Sofia pulled away. The happy expression on her sweet round face transformed into anger.
“I don’t have to do what you say. You’re not my mother!”
“I know, I know. . . . But listen, why are you working out here in the barn, anyway? I thought it was Kirsten’s turn to do this. Where is she? And aren’t you supposed to be watching the children for Aunt Karin?”
“Kirsten took them for a walk in the woods. She promised to wash the dishes for a week if I switched chores with her.”
Knowing Kirsten, she and their three young cousins were chasing after elves or hunting for trolls. Every meandering walk through the woods was an adventure for Kirsten, every boulder a crouching troll, every rustling breeze an elf scurrying away. Elin felt her stomach turn over as she remembered how often Kirsten had worked alone in the barn these past few weeks.
But no, Uncle Sven wouldn’t be able to deceive Kirsten, would he? For one thing, she never slowed down or stood still long enough to become ensnared by his lies. And for another thing, she was as sturdy and bold as their Viking ancestors, seldom following anyone’s rules, acting more like a boy than a girl much of the time. Kirsten would much rather escape from work altogether and explore the forest than sit by the fire and do needlework. Even her straw-blond hair was unruly, always managing to escape from its hairpins and braids to fly as freely as she did.
No, their uncle would find it easier to entice Sofia. She was gentle and shy, with a quiet, compliant nature. She was built more like Elin, too, with fine, delicate bones. Elin remembered the day her uncle had slipped his thick fingers around her wrist and whispered, “ Look at that, Elin. As slim as a twig. I could snap the bone, just like that.” But those threats had come later, after Elin had grown older and had begun to pull away from him.
She noticed that the sound of the axe had stopped. Her heart sped up. “Come up to the house with me, Sofia. Now!”
“Why are you so angry?”
“I’m not angry. I-I just don’t like it when you and Kirsten swap chores. She always takes advantage of you.” She steered Sofia out of the barn, quickly glancing at the woodpile. Uncle Sven was gone. Elin scanned the fringes of forestland that bordered their farm in search of Kirsten, certain she would be able to spot her bright red coat and striped blue apron. There was no sign of her, either.
That was another reason why their uncle would choose Sofia. Kirsten could disappear as quickly and completely as a wood sprite, while shy little Sofia never did anything in a hurry. She tiptoed hesitantly through life, as if an unseen harness kept her from galloping down the road into the future along with everyone else. Sofia would be easy prey.
Elin knew it was her fault that Sven had turned to Sofia. Elin had been avoiding her uncle for the past few months, resisting his advances, desperate to break free of him. He knew it, too.
“We must help Elin find a job in town,” he’d told Aunt Karin. “She deserves to have a little freedom and some spending money of her own, don’t you think?” He made it sound as though he were doing Elin a favor—and before today she had been eager to leave home. Now she didn’t dare. Even though she longed to flee as far away from him as possible, she could never leave Kirsten and Sofia behind.
Laughter sounded in the distance as Elin and Sofia neared the cottage. A moment later she saw Kirsten emerge from the woods with her three little cousins. The knot in Elin’s stomach loosened as she listened to Kirsten’s joyous laughter and watched her and the children throwing snowballs at eac