Chapter 10The doorbell of the townhouse rang. Baylee, who had been waiting for the moment in nail-biting anxiety, sprang from the couch and wrenched open the curved French doorknob to reveal a silver-haired woman in a long skirt and cap-sleeved blouse. Wings of flesh ballooned below the fabric, but the smile on her chubby face looked kind.
“Are you from CPS?” Baylee asked, her voice less than steady.
“Yes, my dear,” the woman replied. “My name is Rhonda Dulworth. Please don't be nervous. I'm not coming to take your son away, only to be sure he's living in a good home. I'm sure you can agree that is a worthy goal. May I please come in?”
Baylee nodded and stepped aside to allow the woman entrance. After a moment, her throat finally unstuck itself enough for her to croak, “Would you like s
