“But your porch did.”

I squeezed her hand. “You trusted me with your daughter.”

Sabrina smiled through her tears. “No. I trusted my mom.”

The words hung in the air. I looked away, unable to hide my tears. “I was only your foster mother.”

“You were my first mom.”

A knock interrupted us. The detective stepped back inside, wearing a tired smile. “We’ve just received confirmation.” He looked toward Sabrina. “Your testimony and the evidence you gave us were enough.