Epilogue
The New Life Shelter, a week before the Super Bowl.
Devon Drake pulled up in front of the old school building, now the makeshift shelter while the new one was being built. He was picking up his sister since her car was in the shop. As the front door was locked, he buzzed.
“I’ll only be a minute, I have to finish up in the kitchen,” Samantha said, leaving the door open. “Have a cookie.” She gestured toward the dining room.
Devon stepped inside to get out of the cold and headed for the tempting chocolate chips.
After he plucked the top one from the pile, a woman entered from the kitchen.
“Finished?”
He nodded. She picked up the plate and turned away. Dev narrowed his eyes and stared at her. There was something familiar about the way she moved.
“Stormy? Stormy Gregory?”
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