There was a dead body lying behind the bakery.
There was no denying the truth. It was a dead body.
She had never expected to find something like this here in this small, peaceful town surrounded by farmland. Not while she was embracing the simple life of the Amish.
Although she wasn't Amish herself, she greatly admired their honest and hardworking character. Living here was a stark—and welcome—contrast to what her life had been like in Philadelphia's inner city. Now she was working as an assistant in a bakery owned by an Amish man named Isaiah who had seemed like a Godsend.
But now it appeared that even the simple life of the Amish was not as far removed from the evils of man as she had believed...