She Paid a Stranded Biker’s Gas, and Three Days Later Everything Changed

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Alicia looked at the flyers.

“I know.”

Miss Edna’s voice softened.

“But if you hadn’t done it, it would have sat in your spirit all day.”

Alicia met her eyes.

“Probably all week.”

Miss Edna nodded like that settled it.

“Then we’ll stretch supper.”

They did.

That was the thing about Mercy House.

It had been built as much from stretching as from love.

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