Brenda’s stomach churned as she listened, her gaze shifting to Stacey, who looked like she wanted to disappear. “So, you thought the best solution was to leave your baby here?” Brenda asked, incredulous. “With my 13-year-old daughter? What were you thinking, Grace?”
Grace flinched at the sharpness of Brenda’s words but forced herself to continue. “I didn’t know what else to do!” she cried. “I was too scared of losing my baby and Stacey was the only one who offered to help!.”