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direction of the house. At the same moment, two large men exited the backdoor in a run.
    Bella faltered in her steps, froze. In her stunned state, she only had time for impressions. Both men were tall. Dark-haired. Broad-shouldered. One was dressed in expensive clothing that would make her flamboyant brother Tyler fall to his knees and weep with envy. The other wore a nondescript white shirt and black pants and carried a small black bag.
    Dr. Shane.
    The calm in his manner gave Bella such a sense of relief she pressed a hand to her throat and sighed. This man would make everything better.
    The young girl changed directions and dashed to the bottom of the porch steps. “Ethan’s hurt, Dr. Shane.” She grasped his hand and tugged. “You gotta come quick.”
    The sharp planes of his face tensed and his mouth pressed into a tight line. Yet, he carefully patted the girl on her back. “Don’t worry, Molly. I’ll take care of him.” His smooth baritone was pitched to the perfect level to instill calm. “You concentrate on finding your mother and father and then bring them here.”
    “Right.” Teetering from one foot to the other, arms flailing, the child found her center at last and set off at a terrifying pace.
    Focused on his task once more, the doctor lengthened his strides. With each step, his gaze shifted over thescene, taking note of every detail. He measured, assessed. Picked up the pace.
    The other man followed hard on his heels.
    Negotiating the final few feet, the doctor gently set two of the smaller children to one side and then dropped to his knees. “Marc,” he threw over his shoulder. “I need room.”
    The fancy-dressed man went to work at once. With an authoritative tone and in-charge manner, he organized the children into two work groups. In perfect rhythm they shifted away from the injured boy, picked up toys, balls, shoes and began setting them into neat piles.
    They were so purposeful in their task, so obedient, even as the nightmare churned around them, that Bella found herself gaping.
    What sort of children were these? And then she remembered her brother’s many letters telling her about the unique orphanage that shared the church’s backyard. Charity Home. No. Charity House. Yes, that was the name.
    Before she could take another look at the mansion-turned-orphanage, the doctor darted his gaze along the perimeter of the yard as though he was searching for something. Or someone. A helper, perhaps? Before Bella could offer her assistance, his eyes locked on to hers.
    Snared in his powerful stare, her lungs constricted. Although she was too far away to make out the individual features of his face, the impact of all that intensity thrown her way had her stepping sharply back.
    “You, there,” he said, his features twisting into a frown of concentration. “I need your assistance.”
    Jolted into action, Bella yanked off one glove andthen another. “Yes, of course.” By the time she’d crossed the yard, she’d tossed her hat to the ground, as well.
    The children continued to chatter softly as they made room for the doctor to work. Their voices rose slightly as they began trooping one by one inside the large house but it was all background noise now. Never taking her attention off the boy, Bella knelt beside him and looked into his small, pale face.
    Glassy eyes stared back at her. She swallowed down a gasp of surprise. He was so young, no more than four or five, with black curly hair and big brown eyes.
    Lord, please ease this child’s pain. Use me as your instrument to erase his suffering.
    Unsure what to do next, she waited for specific instructions from the doctor. When none came, a shiver of foreboding iced across her skin.
    Cautiously, she lifted her gaze. And found herself staring into ocean-blue eyes the exact color as William’s.
    Unwelcome images swirled through her mind like leaves on a deserted street. Incapable of grasping any one thought before it was replaced by another, her mind