Six months ago, if someone had told Sarah she would end up a mail order bride, she would have laughed in their face and called them ridiculous. Yet here she was, three hundred miles away from home and standing in front of an unfamiliar farmhouse in a state she didn't know. Waiting for a man she had only ever seen photographs of.
Shifting from foot to foot, Sarah knocked against the hard wooden door. And waited.
After a few seconds she wondered...