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Dear Ellie - Part 19

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Previously

Well, this is National Novel Writing Month, and the push is on. Will I be able to complete this rough draft of Dear Ellie before the end of November? I'm going to give it a shot, but not because of NaNoWriMo. I'm cheap, and I want to send the book out as Christmas gifts. Would you say I'm also vain, too? Anyway. Let's continue.

In the last installment, we left Stella in a pool of tears as she remembered the abduction of her own daughter.


At the end of the workday, she turned the switch and allowed the tears to flow freely. She began to think about the previous night and day. Questions entered her mind that she'd rather not face at the present, but couldn't ignore. Her thoughts turned to Carrie.

Ellie's pain reminded her so much of her own. The circumstances were different, but Stella understood what Ellie was going through. Working the case with Ellie was becoming more difficult day by day. Every time Stella looked into Ellie's eyes, guilt rose to the surface. How could she have allowed her little Alise to be taken so quickly and so easily? How could she have been so careless? Her life would never be the same. The loss of her daughter drove her mad at times. Time doesn't heal all wounds, and this was one of the ones that kept bleeding. Day after day, Ellie would remind her of her loss.

Stella began to think. "I know Scott's innocent. Larson on the other hand - why is he so intent on arresting Scott? If I didn't know better, I might suspect him of the Branson abduction. But I do know better. Larson might be a creep, but he's not a kidnapper. Now, if I could find my Alise. If I only could!"

Continuing

The days of Scott's incarceration were all but complete. Tomorrow he would be released. He had been told by Stella that Larson wasn't overly concerned with the DNA findings, but he was still charging full-speed ahead on the abduction case. Still, in just a few hours, Scott would be free. As expected, the day passed slowly for Scott - just another boring day in the county jail.

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Things changed at supper. An announcement was made that a minister from a church in the area would be coming in the evening to hold a religious service for the men. Anyone wishing to attend would be allowed. Most of the prisoners thought it to be a joke. Maybe they would go to stir up trouble. There were a few who were genuinely interested. Scott was one of them.

He came early to the meeting and grabbed a front seat. He couldn't believe it when the preacher started talking about the bombardier beetle. God had a message for him, and he wasn't about to not hear it.

How could he have missed it for so many years? As a health and Physical education teacher, Scott knew the human body better than most. He recalled "the average human brain has about 100 billion nerve cells and that nerve impulses to and from the brain travel as fast as 170 miles per hour. The stomach needs to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks or it would digest itself. Oh, and it takes the interaction of 72 different muscles to produce human speech." He remembered that the human thigh bones are stronger than concrete. An average human scalp has 100,000 hairs. 15 million blood cells are destroyed in the human body every second. The heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30 feet. And the average human heart will beat 3,000 million times in its lifetime and pump 48 million gallons of blood. How cool is that!" He thought.

The preacher went on to read two more Bible verses before calling it a night. "Psalm 139:14 says, 'I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made . . .' and Genesis 1:27 goes on to tell us, 'So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.' So you see, folks, you were created in the image of a loving, supernatural God.

"That doesn't mean that you look like Him, but it does mean you possess His attributes. God has emotions. So do you. God has a mind. So do you. You were in His mind before He created you. He has a plan for your life. Life isn't haphazard, but we can trust God to lead us through the hard times of life. He has a will. And you have a will.

He wants you to love Him and seek Him for who He is. This loving God gave each of you free choice, to love or reject Him. The bottom line is He is your Creator, and because of that, you are responsible to Him. You will stand before Him at some point in time. . . " The buzzer rang. "We'll continue this discussion next week." The inmates were dismissed.

Scott was frustrated. He was to be released tomorrow. There would be no next week for him. A guard led the preacher out to the main hall, and. Scott was left to ponder the message - and frankly, his head was spinning.

Ellie was having her own concerns

Ellie was having her own concerns

Ellie was having her own concerns. In the midst of her troubles, her thoughts turned to the two ladies who had visited her from the church. Ellie saw them as kind, considerate and concerned. She longed to have the peace they possessed. Her world of turmoil came up empty of anything worthwhile or with purpose, and certainly, peace couldn't be found anywhere.

Her baby girl had been taken from the safety and comfort of her own home. For all she knew, Scott could have committed the horrible crime. He was to be released tomorrow. Did she really want him back in the house? When all was said and done, did she really love him? Her trust had been shaken beyond normal boundaries. It was hard for her to consider that the man she called Husband was now the prime suspect in the disappearance of her daughter, and may even be guilty of murder. All the negatives of life drew her back to the ladies at the church. "I think Shar is right. I may as well give it a try. This Sunday I'll go. Now, what to do about Scott?

She recalled her feelings as she gazed at the note again.

You should have never taken me back. You should have left me to rot on the streets. I didn't deserve you then, and I don't deserve you now. Someday I hope you'll be able to forgive me, but I know I can never forgive myself. So why should you?

The moment Ellie feared most was the moment Scott would re-enter her life. That moment was fast approaching. And as the moments passed, the fear grew. Ellie was not the same person she was before Scott entered the correctional facility. No doubt, Scott was not the same person either. Of course, she had to admit their marriage was falling apart before Scott was sentenced.

For three months Ellie had lived on her own. She was getting used to the quiet, the freedom of not having Scott around. Her love for him had turned cold although she attempted to believe otherwise. The truth was, she didn't want him back. He was the reason Carrie went missing. He was the reason she ended up as a patient at Allegheny General. In her eyes, he was the reason for the whole mess. She was already choking on forgiveness, and Scott would be home in less than 24 hours.

© 2017 William Kovacic

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