The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children

That part’s protected.”

“Good,” I said, and I meant every word.

She gave me one last number, the final bill from her firm, and I told her I’d drop off the check Monday, and she told me there was no hurry.

The last light was turning orange through the blinds when I got them both into bed, Elsie on the left and Micah on the right, the way it had been since the apartment.

I sat on the floor between them with my back to the wall and read from the book with the rabbit on the cover, the one Elsie had asked for every night for a month.