Chapter Nine––––––––
Samantha took extra care dressing on Thursday. Looking professional was her top priority. It was the day she was taking Tiffany Belden into the shelter. She picked a burgundy suit and a pink, tailored shirt. A scarf and burgundy pumps finished off the look.
At the front office, the mailing list captured her attention most of the morning. As the hands of the clock neared twelve, her palms started to sweat. At five after, her cell dinged.
“Okay, Sam. We’re heading for the parking lot.”
“Got it. See you soon.”
She grabbed her coat and purse. Jo had agreed to give her extra time for lunch. As Samantha drove, she did some deep breathing. She stopped at the front desk and explained to Elaine, the woman filling in for the director during the day, why she was there. Then,
