The Umbrella in the Storm: When One Sandwich Turns Into a Forever Promise

the woman asked.

“Yes. Where are they? Are they okay?” I demanded, fear spiking.

“I’m Agent Lewis with Child Protective Services,” the woman said softly. “Please, sit down. You aren’t in trouble.”

I sank into a chair. Mark put a hand on my shoulder.

Agent Lewis opened a folder. “The woman you helped—Mrs. Gable—collapsed at the bus station in Columbus, continue reading …