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Galen
The girl had sounded so frail over the phone that morning. My heart ached for the poor thing, and I’d known right away I had to help her.
Jeffery and I had become friends while working together on a medical project some years back. When he called to ask me if I had some kind of a job for a poor, homeless young woman—who was also about to lose the only parent she had left—I’d felt my heart breaking for the stranger.
As I sat in the office, my personal cell rang, and I saw it was Jeffery calling. “Hello, Jeffery. I asked you to give me a call because I’ve got a favor to ask you.”
“Ask away, my friend,” he said, sounding chipper.
“I need you to purchase Miss Pendragon a cell phone. It can be one of those throwaway, pay-as-you-go things. She’ll only need it until she arrives her
