Mercy Asked Mercy Found

<p>It seemed sometimes like God had a mean streak. That was what Bev had said to Eloise. But Eloise knew none of this mess was God's fault.</p><p><br></p><p>Yes life had been unfair had taken too much from her. But her efforts to claw back what she could well they weren't honest. And she had been caught.</p><p><br></p><p>Was there no safe place to go where people did not think her pitiful. Or worse?</p><p><br></p><p>There was. Even if it existed in the 18th century. And there in the journals of Louisa Roberts she had found another horse-crazy motherless young woman a big shaggy dog a special horse and a handsome Hessian prisoner-of-war. And although they no longer lived alongside them was a living man a man who was the guardian of the journal who walked the very floors they walked the man who welcomed her restored her Dabs Carter of Ivy Creek Plantation.</p><p><br></p><p>But the time had come to return to Atlanta it was time for full disclosures. This mess was all hers to clean up. Forgiveness was not hers to give.</p><p><br></p><p>It was time to ask for mercy.</p><p><br></p>