And poison they were. With each passing moment Eden’s venomous words bit deeper.

I’m not a straw doll, you know.

That’s where Eden was wrong. She was a straw doll. And she was a fool if she believed anyone was controlling her. No, Eden’s corrupted flesh wore her like a glove, manipulating her every thought and desire. Her rebellion was blinding her to that fact, wasn’t it?

“Wyatt!” Kathryn yelled. She glanced at the truck parked beside the house. Its front tire still sagged, unchanged. Where was that man?

His distant reply called from her right. “Here!” Down near the lake with Bobby.

Jaw clenched, she hurried toward the lake where the two of them stood with fishing poles in hand.

Wyatt watched Kathryn as she approached and reeled in his line, smile fading as she stopped next to them.

“Go to the house, Bobby,” she said.

Bobby’s eyes flicked between them. “Am I in trouble?”

“Now,” she said. “I won’t ask twice.”

After a moment’s pause, Wyatt quietly took hold of Bobby’s fishing pole. “Do as your mother says. I’ll take care of that rod, all right?”

“All right,” he said quietly. He took a few steps then turned around. “Is Eden in trouble for spilling her drink?”

“Now, Bobby!” She jabbed a finger toward the house. “Go! And don’t talk to your sister, you understand me?”

“I won’t talk to her.” Bobby shook his head and then hobbled up the path in a hurry.

Kathryn paced by the water’s edge, her thoughts clawing one over the other like a desperate mob. Wyatt stood there and watched her with nervous eyes.

He finally spoke. “If this is about the tire . . .”

“Shut up, Wyatt! I don’t give a damn about your truck right now.”

“I’m sorry, sugar.”

“Well you’d better be. We’ve got a problem.”

She told him what had happened with Eden, how she’d betrayed her by going to the field, how she’d given in to her lust for Paul and how Eden had betrayed not only her, but Zeke too. He listened without comment and a dark look of worry crept over his face.

“What’s gotten into that child?” Kathryn said. “She’s rushing down the road to hell, all the while dragging us close behind her. I’ve done everything for her. Everything! She has no idea what grief I’ve suffered for her sake. I’ve asked for nothing. Nothing! What do I get in return? Rebellion and contempt.”

After a thick silence, Wyatt spoke. “Maybe we’re being too hard on her.”

Kathryn’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me? Too hard?”

“I just—”

“What’s wrong with you, Wyatt? If anything I’ve lightened up too much! Despite rearing her to stay on the narrow way, she’s chosen the lusts of the flesh. That’s why she went behind my back. She knew better than to sneak around, and she still disobeyed me. Who knows how long this has been stewing in her.”

Kathryn continued her tirade, steaming. “She’s been deceived into believing a lie about herself. She’s forgotten who she is. I’m losing her! I have to stop her before she does something even more foolish.”

She cast him an angry glare, knowing it wasn’t his fault but at the moment she wasn’t in the mood to quibble about details. It was both of their fault. All of their fault. The whole world seemed to be coming down around her.

“What if she actually tries to do it, Wyatt?”

“She won’t, su—”

“What if she tries to get into town? Says the wrong thing? There’s no telling what Zeke will do. You know as well as I do that if the wrong people find out how we got her, Zeke could go to prison. He won’t allow that to happen. You know what he’s capable of doing.”

His silence confirmed the truth of her words.

“I have to deal with this,” Kathryn said, pacing again. “I let her go down this path, and now I have to bring her back.”

The proper course of action hit her then, like a whisper from heaven, and she stopped, staring out at the lake. A calm edged into her mind, like the still waters before her. That was it, wasn’t it? You put new wine into a rotten vessel and it only rots the new wine.

Eden’s vessel had been corrupted.

“A rebellious spirit is spoiling Eden.” She spoke with biting certainty now. “It’s like a poisonous weed working its way into her heart and there’s only one way to deal with a weed. You have to rip it out by the roots and burn it. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to save my little girl before it’s too late.”

Kathryn turned on her heel and headed toward the house. Wyatt made no attempt to follow her, and neither should he. She was the one who’d birthed her. She was the one who would now offer her rebirth.

She climbed the porch stairs, entered the house, and marched into the kitchen. She found the scissors in the drawer by the sink, crossed the living room, and turned down the narrow hall that ended at Eden’s room.

Without pausing to knock, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

Eden sat motionless in a chair across the room. She stared straight ahead, her face as expressionless as stone. Still, Kathryn could feel that poisonous spirit lurking behind those eyes, quietly mocking her.

Kathryn walked into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. Eden slowly turned and looked at her, face still stone. She held her daughter’s stare and straightened, chin up.

“You’ve violated my trust, Eden,” she said. “Not only have you sinned against me and Zeke, you’ve rebelled against God. And like a Jezebel, you lured Paul into sin. And I’ve come to realize why.”

Eden showed no emotion.

“I remember what it was like to be eighteen, to be tempted by the ways of the world and all it has to offer. I know how it feels to get swept off your feet by the promise of love. But it’s an empty promise. You cannot serve the flesh and the spirit at the same time. They’re at war with one another and you will be lost if you choose the flesh. I won’t let that happen.”

She took a step toward Eden. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

Eden’s looked at the scissors in Kathryn’s hand.

“I said stand up. You will listen to your mother. I won’t have any more of your foolishness.”

For a moment Eden did nothing, then she slowly rose to her feet.

Kathryn smiled and ran her thumb across Eden’s cheek. “The light is shining in you. We simply have to get everything else out of the way so it can burn bright.”

She took Eden’s hand and led her to the bedside. “If your left hand causes you to stray, you must cut it off. If your right eye makes you sin, you must gouge it out. It’s better to enter life maimed than to be thrown into hellfire with both hands or eyes.”

She released Eden. “Kneel.”

Eden eased to her knees and planted both elbows on the mattress.

Kathryn kneeled behind her and removed the rubber band holding Eden’s ponytail in place. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, beautiful and smooth, and Kathryn gently combed the tangles out with her fingers.

“To destroy the works of the flesh, we must separate you from them.” She brought the scissors to Eden’s hair just behind her right ear. “You must come out from among the world of sin and death.”

With a metallic snip, the razor-sharp blades sliced through her hair. It fell onto the back of Eden’s legs.

“Until you repent and change your behavior, no food will touch your lips. You will have only water and the bread of God’s discipline.”

A second cut. The hair drifted to the floor.

“You will not be allowed to bathe or wash as a reminder that the stench of sin clings to you as long as you are rebellious.”

Snip.

“You will not have the comfort of your mother, neither my tender words, nor my gentle guidance.”

Snip.

“You will be outcast. No one will speak to you and neither will you speak to anyone.”

Snip.

“You are confined to your closet for the next seven days, from the time the sun rises until it sets. You will not leave your room for the next twenty-one days.”