I realize I have two very different women in my life. Both interest me for varied reasons. Over the past eighteen months, no one has caught my eye, but that’s because I wasn’t looking. I’m still not, but I can’t deny that Renata and Sister Arabella have awoken something inside me.
Like night and day, both have one thing in common.
They’re both trouble.
The kids are playing happily behind the gates, and when they see my SUV, they run toward the steel fence, looping their small fingers through the links. They’re happy here, but most are looking for their forever home.
They want a family to call their own.
I park my car and grab the plastic bag. When I exit, I wave to the children as they scream out their hellos. Sister Yali lightly shoos them away from the fence. I walk up the front sta
