“I knew that would be a perfect fit for you,” Lynn exclaimed. She was thankful Alexis had yet to donate the remainder of clothing Calista outgrew to the Salvation Army. Even though the clothing fit Morgan much looser than it ever had Calista. Of course, Calista was a little on the chubby side, and Morgan was a polar opposite. For a child of six, Morgan was far too thin. Her gangly limbs were more like tiny branches than arms. Lynn wondered how long it had been since Morgan ate a decent meal. Annette told her Morgan would barely even touch food once her mother left her.
Morgan picked up an elastic hairband with bits of silver glitter woven throughout the fabric, staring at the stretchy object. “Calista has all kinds of hair pieces like this. Do you like this one?” Morgan nodded. “Would you
