So I went to Kelly’s, my neighbor, and asked if she could babysit for a little while. A stay-at-home mom to an eleven-year-old boy, she loved having children at home. She welcomed mine with open arms.
Caleb hesitated on the threshold, observing my face, then he entered.
I went home, grabbed my keys and got in the car.
The journey to Birch Lane seemed unreal.
What if she refused to answer?
What if she ignored his departure?
What if she despised me?
I parked in front of a modest blue house with white shutters and forced myself to walk to the door.
I knocked.
Footsteps approached.
When the door opened, I was breathless.
Caroline was standing there.
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