Chapter 12
About a week later, Velma invited me to her home,
The first thing she asked was the same question Jenna asked me back in the hospital.
“How did you know those two journalists would help you?!
But this time, there was a difference.
“You didn’t contact anyone else. You went straight to them without testing other options, which means you were absolutely certain from the very beginning how they would respond.
“You didn’t even go through much trouble to track down their contact information.
“And even before that, you sent an anonymous letter to the Scott family.
The room was quiet, the drawn curtains muting the outside world.
I met her gaze, my expression calm.
My mother passed away when I Wile
very young.
After my father died, I was sent to live with the Lowes.
For a long time, I had no idea what it felt like to be cared for–to have the unconditional support of an adult until I met my mentor in my past life.
