Chapter 14 - One Twin Stopped Breathing
Clara did not remember leaving the church.
She remembered snow.
Horses.
Elias shouting instructions.
Sheriff Cole sending riders across the valley.
But everything sounded distant.
Her babies were gone.
Anna.
Rose.
The two tiny lives she had protected beneath her body in a snowdrift.
Gone.
Elias caught her before she mounted.
“You stay.”
She stared at him.
“No.”
“Clara—”
“No.”
“This could be a trap.”
“It is a trap.”
“That’s why—”
“They are my daughters.”
He stopped.
There were moments when Elias still saw Clara as the woman he lifted from the snow.
He had to remind himself she no longer was.
Perhaps she never had been.
He nodded.
“You ride with me.”
They followed tracks north.
Two horses.
One wagon.
Silas wanted them at Vance Ridge, but Elias noticed something.
The tracks turned east.
“He’s lying.”
Clara looked at him.
“Where?”
“Old mine.”
Evelyn went pale.
“The Whitmore mine?”
“Yes.”
The place Jonah died.
Of course.
Silas had chosen the location where all the old sins began.
They arrived near midnight.
The mine buildings were abandoned.
One lantern burned.
Silas stood inside.
A man held a basket.
Inside—
the twins.
Clara moved.
Elias caught her.
Silas smiled.
“Papers.”
Evelyn held the satchel.
“Children first.”
“No.”
“Silas.”
“Do you know how many years I've spent because your family insisted on believing land has morals?”
Evelyn stared at him.
“Land doesn't. People do.”
Silas laughed.
“Spare me.”
He demanded the documents.
Evelyn approached.
Elias watched the man holding the basket.
Young.
Nervous.
Not a killer.
Maybe.
Clara whispered:
“Rose is crying.”
Anna wasn't.
Elias noticed.
Too still.
Clara noticed too.
“Anna?”
Silas raised a weapon.
“Stay.”
Clara ignored him.
“My baby isn't moving.”
For one second, maternal panic overwhelmed every plan.
She ran.
The young man holding the basket hesitated.
That saved her.
Instead of resisting, he shoved the basket toward Clara.
“Take them!”
Silas turned furiously.
Elias moved.
Sheriff Cole and deputies entered from behind.
Silas fled into the mine tunnels.
Nobody followed immediately.
Because Clara screamed.
“Anna!”
The baby was blue around the lips.
Not breathing.
Clara fell to her knees.
“No, no, no.”
Elias dropped beside her.
He remembered his mother.
Warmth.
Airway.
Breathing.
He gently cleared Anna’s mouth.
Tiny breaths.
Nothing.
Clara sobbed.
“Do something!”
Elias bent closer.
One breath.
Pause.
Another.
Rose cried beside them.
The sound echoed.
Anna remained still.
Elias continued.
“Come on.”
Clara held the tiny hand.
“Baby, please.”
Another breath.
Then—
a cough.
Tiny.
Weak.
The greatest sound Elias had ever heard.
Anna gasped.
Clara broke completely.
She pressed the baby against her chest.
Elias closed his eyes.
For several seconds, nobody cared about Silas.
Then a gunshot echoed from deep inside the mine.
Sheriff Cole moved.
Elias stood.
Clara grabbed him.
“No.”
“He can escape.”
“Let the sheriff go.”
“He killed Jonah.”
“I know.”
Elias looked into the tunnel.
Every part of his old self wanted to follow.
To finish seventeen years of anger.
Then Anna made another weak sound.
Elias looked down.
Clara watched him.
“Choose us.”
Two words.
That was all.
Elias slowly lowered his rifle.
Sheriff Cole and deputies entered without him.
Silas was captured an hour later after a collapsed passage blocked his escape.
Alive.
Elias felt disappointed for approximately three seconds.
Then Rose grabbed his finger.
That helped.
Anna survived.
The doctor said cold exposure had slowed her breathing dangerously, but Clara reaching the mine when she did mattered.
For two days, Clara did not leave Anna’s side.
Elias barely did either.
On the third morning, Anna cried so loudly that everyone in the cabin complained.
Then laughed.
Evelyn sat nearby.
She looked at Elias.
“You chose differently than you would've seventeen years ago.”
He nodded.
“Clara cheats.”
“How?”
“She uses my own words against me.”
Evelyn smiled.
“I like her.”
“You raised her.”
“Apparently not enough.”
The sadness returned.
Elias looked at Evelyn.
“She's angry.”
“She should be.”
“She also loves you.”
Evelyn's eyes filled.
“That may be harder.”
Across the room, Clara heard them.
She said nothing.
Healing did not erase history.
But sometimes it made room beside it.
That evening Elias walked behind the cabin.
Clara followed later.
She found him digging.
“What are you doing?”
He stopped.
At his feet sat an old wooden box.
Clara frowned.
“What is that?”
Elias looked toward the mountains.
“Something I should’ve buried years ago.”
He opened the box.
Inside were letters.
A revolver.
A photograph of Jonah.
And a list of names.
Clara looked up.
“What names?”
“Men I planned to kill.”
Her breath caught.
Elias stared at the old list.
“Silas was the last one still alive.”
Clara understood.
This mountain man who had saved her had once nearly become something else.
He placed the list inside the hole.
Then the revolver.
Then the box.
Clara touched his arm.
“You don't have to bury Jonah.”
“I’m not.”
Elias looked toward the cabin, where two babies slept.
“I’m burying the man I thought grief required me to become.”
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And together they covered the box with earth.
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