“I know. We’re not touching anything else until I know who did this.”
“Wait! There’s a note,” Eli said.
***
I looked down. There was a folded piece of paper tucked under the umbrella strap.
“Read it,” he whispered.
My hands shook as I opened 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.”
“There’s a note,”
“That’s the lady,” Eli said. “She said her name was Jenelle.”
***
Before I could answer, a silver car pulled up. A pregnant woman stepped out slowly, one hand under her belly.
“That’s her, Mom.”
I walked toward her with Darren’s umbrella pressed to my chest.
“Are you Jenelle?”
She nodded. “Carina, I’m so sorry.”
My stomach tightened. “How do you know my name?”
“That’s her, Mom.”
“Someone commented it under my post on Facebook. They said they were a neighbor.”
I glanced back at Sarah, who suddenly found the sidewalk very interesting.
