Free The Divine Whisper by Rebekah Daniels Page B

shoulder, and moved to look in her eyes. “Did someone hurt you? I’ll kill them.”
    Before Trinity got even more worked up, Nicole stopped her. “No. It’s nothing like that; I just don’t want to talk about it.”
    Trinity let go of her shoulder, but still looked at her skeptically. “Okay… You would tell me, if that was the case, wouldn’t you?”
    Nicole rolled her eyes. “Yes…”
    “Okay, okay.” Trinity thankfully dropped it. “Are you ready to tell me details now?”
    She was worried that Trinity would put two and two together with specifics, so she kept her answers as vague as she could. Shrugging, she turned to look at her friend. “I’m two months along. That’s why I’ve been so tired and sick all the time.”
    “So what’s next?”
    Looking down at her watch, she realized that she was already pressed for time. Digging her keys out of her coat pocket, she stuck them in the ignition. “Now, I have to go to the store, and get some stuff before my meeting.”
    “I meant in the long run.”
    Sighing, she turned to look at Trinity. “Honestly, I don’t know yet.” Trinity opened her mouth to say something, but Nicole beat her to it. “I do know that I would like to keep this just between the two of us, for right now. Malachi and you seem to be the same person anymore, with no secrets, but I would like it if you wouldn’t tell him this; not yet anyway… not until I’m ready for others to know.”
    Trinity looked almost hesitant, but eventually nodded in agreement.
    “Thank you.” Nicole looked expectantly toward Trinity. “I do have to go now, though.”
    Trinity jolted, as if snapping out of her own thoughts. “Oh, okay.”
    A frigid gust swept in once Trinity opened the door, and Nicole watched as the wind started whipping her friend’s clothes around. Bending back down, she brought her head back into the car. “You are to call me, if you need me. Understand? I don’t care that we’re not living next door to each other anymore, I will be there.”
    Nicole nervously nodded. “Will do.”
    Once the door was shut, it only took another minute before she started backing out of her parking space. Remembering how concerned Trinity had been made her smile. Yes, that was her friend, always trying to take care of her. She had always been that way, even when they were children.
    They both were put into the same foster home, and instantly hit it off. She had already been there for a couple months before Trinity came, and so she had already known what kind of a hell it was. All kids were assigned chores, and were on set schedules. If you didn’t do something right, you were punished. If you were caught playing or talking during quiet time, you were punished. If you showed any signs of mistreatment outside the home, you paid for it later. Kids would get punished for even the littlest indiscretion.
    Trinity was placed in the home, after coming from a loving one. Those were the kids that always got into the most trouble because they didn’t understand the system.
    The first night that Trinity was there, Nicole spilled a small amount of milk on the dinner table. She apologized profusely, and even got up from the table to get a towel to clean it. She was not allowed to return, and instead had to stand in the corner, arms spread, with a book on each hand. If she lowered her arms in the twenty minutes she had to be there, she had to start all over again. It was something no kid could accomplish, and when they failed, eventually they got the belt.
    Trinity had been horrified, to say the least. Ten minutes into it, she got up and tried to take the books away. When they warned her about interfering, she marched over to the table and knocked over every glass of milk she could see. At that moment, Trinity became her hero. That night, when Trinity was curled in her bed, crying from the pain, Nicole snuck into her bed and held onto her to sooth the hurt.
    Day after day, that’s how it went. If she did