this.”
“Wait! There’s a note,” Eli said.
I looked again. A folded sheet of paper had been slipped beneath the umbrella strap.
“Read it,” he whispered.
My hands trembled as I unfolded it.
“Eli,
I promised I would return this. I didn’t know it would come home with a crowd.
Thank you for covering me when I felt invisible.
Jenelle.”
“That’s the lady,” Eli said. “She said her name was Jenelle.”
Before I could respond, a silver car pulled up along the curb. A pregnant woman slowly stepped out, one hand resting beneath her belly.
“That’s her, Mom.”
I walked toward her with Darren’s umbrella pressed against my chest.
“Are you Jenelle?”
She nodded. “Carina, I’m so sorry.”
My stomach tightened again. “How do you know my name?”
“Someone commented it under my post on Facebook. They said they were a neighbor.”
I looked back at Sarah, who suddenly seemed
