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

It held.

The phone rang at eleven the next morning, while Elsie slept on the couch with one sock on and one off.

Micah sat at the kitchen table with four crayons and a sheet of paper, drawing something with an awful lot of wheels.

I grabbed the iPad before the phone.

Delaney’s name showed at the top of the screen, and beneath it the second number, the one the bank alerts went to.

I put the phone on the counter, opened the recorder, and tapped the red circle before I picked up.