Chapter Seventy Five
It was so annoying. I had been sitting there on the cold concrete surrounded by strangers and had prayed for a friendly face. David's just wasn't the face I had expected. My silent prayer had not considered it to be doable and had given God the easier task of producing Sienna. It was about the time she would be heading home from work. I wasn't on her route at all, but that was where God was supposed to come in. Instead, he had performed the mother of all miracles and brought David before me. I knew I was supposed to be angry with him, but I didn't have it in me. I had no idea what he was doing there, but I would forever be grateful he was. Although I would have welcomed a serial killer at that moment if they were offering me help and support. I didn't like being reliant on anyone ever, b
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