Evelyn shifted Nora higher against her shoulder and studied the woman carefully. Life had taught her that kindness sometimes hid a hook.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “My name is Evelyn Harper. I wrote back three weeks ago.”
The woman’s lips trembled.
“Oh dear Lord…” she whispered, glancing at the children the way people look at a house already on fire.
“…
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