Diana Friessen hurried back to the grocery store where she’d left her groceries. She could have kicked herself for not asking Laura for her phone number or where she lived. She’d arranged to pick Laura and her son up in the morning. Laura insisted on meeting outside the grocery store, which Diana did find odd, but then, she hadn’t been able to pull much personal history from the girl. The girl had a wall so thickly built around her that Diana knew it would take a pick and a whole lot of work to find her way in. But then, Diana knew better than anyone, that when trust was burned, it took everything a person had to open her heart and begin trusting again. She sensed that in this young girl.
Diana hadn’t been hungry when she’d taken Laura and her unusually quiet son to the restaurant. In fa
