DEVIN’S POV
“Thank you very much for coming,” I said to the last of the interviewees, shaking her hand. Like the rest of them, she was a middle-aged woman with a kind face and lot of experience. If I was going to raise a child alone, I needed the best I could get and I made sure to have the best of them come in for the interview. I opened the door for her and she walked out of my office. Then, I closed the door, walked back to my tabled and slumped right into my chair, dropping my head against the table.
I raised my head a while after and pressed the button at the side of my table. Few seconds later, the door opened and Sarah walked in, holding Mirabel in her arms and feeding her from the bottle. “Oh, Sarah, I was just about to ask of her,” I said, gesturing to her. “Bring her.”
Sarah
