![]() ![]() “I don’t have to go back to the foster house?” “You’re going to be my little girl from now on.”Īnne Marie couldn’t speak, so she just nodded. “I love you, Ellen,” Anne Marie whispered, tears streaking her face. “Grandma Dolores went to live with Jesus.” “You’re here now, and no one’s going to take you away from me.”Įllen sniffled. “It’s all right,” Anne Marie whispered, brushing Ellen’s hair. “You promised, you promised,” Ellen sobbed against her shoulder. Just as she was about to give up in despair, the door to the bookstore opened and Evelyn Boyle came in with Ellen at her side.Įllen looked at Anne Marie and burst into tears as she bolted toward her.Īnne Marie fell to her knees, her arms open for Ellen. She’d been useless the entire day, too nervous and jittery to concentrate. When she hadn’t heard anything by five o’clock on Thursday afternoon, Anne Marie was positive something had gone wrong. Had Anne Marie known where Ellen was staying, she would’ve driven there and parked outside the house. ![]() The social worker didn’t return any of the calls. She left three messages for Evelyn Boyle, wanting to make sure there weren’t any problems with her background clearance. The tension was almost more than she could bear. She had a speeding ticket, but thankfully, nothing of any real importance.Īll the next day, Anne Marie waited. “If everything checks out, I should be able to deliver Ellen to you sometime tomorrow afternoon.”Īnne Marie tried to recall any possible blemish on her record. ![]()
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