Moriah's POV
                   Joel headed for our bedroom, and I blinked back tears, watching him. Doctors said that because of the damage that was done twenty years ago, he had a high possibility of being stuck in a wheelchair within another few years. Of course, that depended on whether or not his limp got worse. I sat down at the table. It made sense. The news had said about six weeks ago that they had been released, so they probably did want revenge. But....how could it have been delivered? They couldn't have mailed it easily, and they wouldn't have gone there and dropped it off. They had to have someone new working with them. But who? I sighed, putting my head in my hands. Life just wouldn't stop. I felt hands on my shoulders, and leaned back slightly to see who it was. Joel. I smiled, and he wrapped his arms around me.

     "We'll figure it out, love." He said quietly, and I sighed.
     "I know. And I believe that. I'm just not sure what to do now. They might be working with someone else, and that makes things worse." He sat down beside me, sighing.
      "I know. Trust me, I want this to be untrue more than anyone." I forced a weak smile. He and I both still woke  occasionally with nightmares of what had happened.
      "I can understand. It still scares me, remembering how they did all those things to you, Rachel, and Lucy, and didn't even care about how much they hurt people." He snorted quietly.
       "Yeah. It doesn't make sense. Might've been jealousy. I don't know. I don't think we'll ever know." I smiled sadly, placing a hand on his arm.
        "And we don't need to worry about it. God has control."

           Joel's POV
                 I smiled at my wife, hugging her again. We were coming up on our anniversary again, and I couldn't believe how blessed we had been. Forty-one years since I had received an amazing gift on our wedding day. Moriah had saved her first kiss for me. I felt a little guilty that I hadn't done the same for her. When I'd told her that, she had said many times that it was okay. The fact that I'd respected her waiting for her first kiss was enough for her. I slowly stood, and helped her up. It was getting close to time for us to leave. About a week ago, Crystal had invited us, David, Rachel, and her family to her house for dinner. Moriah went to our room, and I sat on the couch, praying silently.

      "God, only you know exactly what is happening here. I pray that whatever it is, you would just help us. Help us keep you at the center of our vision, no matter what happens. And God...I pray that you would forgive them. Forgive them for what they did." I looked up at the first family picture we'd taken since the incident. All five of us, Moriah, Rachel, David, Crystal, and I, wore blue jeans and white t-shirts. Rachel and Moriah had smiles on their faces, but I could see the pain in their eyes. That was during the time I was finally starting to walk without the brace again, and was in pretty much constant pain. I chuckled slightly, thinking about how far we'd come since then. I looked at the picture from Rachel's wedding day, and smiled again. In their first year of marriage, Jacob had stayed with her through constant nightmares about the incident, and had helped her get through them. They hadn't told their kids, and now I was starting to doubt that decision. What if something happened, now that Jonathan and Isaac had been released? They had to know. I slowly stood, and Moriah came out. 

      "Ready?" I smiled, taking her hand and kissing her.
      "To have a beautiful woman like you at my side? Always." She looked down, blushing, and I smiled. In forty-one years of marriage, I still had the ability to make her blush quite easily. Things, for now, at least, were alright. I didn't have to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder and worrying. I just had to give the fear to God, and he'd take care of it.