Be kind.
And always remember: what you did mattered.
P.S. I love the name Will for a boy. Mabel for a girl.
With love,
Mrs.
Higgins.”
I let out a sob, sharp and grateful.
Holt squeezed my shoulder. For the first time in months, the world didn’t feel quite so empty.
No one spoke. Nobody said a word.
I pressed a hand to my belly.
“We’re staying, baby,” I whispered to my daughter. Holt walked me back up to my house, setting the envelope on the table. “If you need anything, call the station.
Ask for me.”
Around noon, my phone lit up with Lee’s name.
Maybe someone on the street had already told him about the sheriff’s cars. Maybe he thought I needed him now.
I let it ring.
