Chapter Two
Erin drove the forty minutes or so from Winchester back home to Charles Town thinking about the children she’d worked with that day. Two of them were in foster care now, having survived a horrific situation with their parents. While Erin was happy to have the opportunity to help them heal, this was the part of being a social worker that had led Erin to look elsewhere. As much as she loved helping children and seeing her adult clients get back on their feet, it was so hard to hear their stories. She’d always been very empathetic, which was what had driven her to this sort of work in the first place, but now, alone, in the solace of he car, the tears streaming down her face were a reminder that making other people’s worries her own took a toll on her heart.
“Father, please be w
