very interested in the sidewalk.
Then I turned back to Jenelle. “You wrote about my son?”
Her expression fell. “I wrote a thank-you post.”
“No. My son is twelve,” I said. “He gave you something that mattered to both of us. Now people are filming him like this is entertainment.”
“I didn’t share your address,” Jenelle said quickly. “I swear. I used his first name only. No school. No street.”
“Then how did they find us?”
“The Route 47 bus stop,” she said. “I mentioned it in the post. Mr. Collins recognized Eli and offered to return the umbrella. I didn’t know about the boxes until this morning.”
“So you started it, and strangers finished it.”
“Yes,” she said softly. “And I should have thought harder before I started.”
Eli moved out from behind me. “Is your baby okay?”
