I Reunited an Elderly Woman with Her Family, Only to Have Her Hidden Motives Ruin My Thanksgiving — Story of the Day

“On Thanksgiving Eve?” Edie’s eyebrows rose. “Goodness, he sounds demanding.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, muting the call. “But tonight, I think I’d rather help you.”

“Thank you, dear. Melody’s going to be so surprised.”

“Where does she live?” I asked, shifting the suitcase to my other arm.

“Oh, just a few streets down,” she replied, looking around. “I think it’s over there. Or… maybe the other way?”