“Yes. Be ready.”
Angela wrote down her address with trembling fingers. When Jeff drove away, she stood still for a moment, clutching her mother’s medicine and smiling up at the sky.
“Mama,” she whispered, “maybe our miracle has come.”
That night, her mother cried when Angela told her the news. They held each other and thanked God together.
The next morning, Angela arrived at Jeff’s mansion in her cleanest gown, nervous but hopeful.
Mabel opened the door and nearly screamed.
“You again?”
Before Angela could answer, Jeff appeared behind her.
“What’s going on?”
“This is the same girl,” Mabel snapped. “The one I sent away.”
Jeff nodded calmly. “Yes. I hired her.”
Mabel stared at him in disbelief. “What?”
“We need help. The decision is final,” Jeff said. “She won’t live here. She’ll come in the morning and leave in the evening.”
Mabel’s face twisted with anger, but Jeff ignored her.
“Come in, Angela.”
Angela stepped inside, her heart racing. Her life was changing, and she could feel it.
Then Jeff took her to meet his father.
The moment Angela saw the old man in the room, she froze.
Papa James.
