CHAPTER TWO
Nine days later, Sarah was surprised to see her parents on her doorstep on a bright Saturday morning.
“Hey, kiddo,” Marty said as he hugged her. “We figured you could use some furniture, so, we packed up your bedroom and brought it to you.”
“Hi!” she exclaimed. “I found a recliner, and a table and chairs, but that’s it so far. I was planning to hit some more garage sales to try to find some cheaper stuff, but I haven’t had much time.”
“Well, now you don’t have to worry about what to sleep on, at least,” Bethany said, as she held out three envelopes. “Here, honey. These came to the house.”
Sarah’s chest tightened as she recognized Tim’s slanted handwriting on one of them. “Thanks,” she managed as she took them from her mother. “I’ll open them later.”
She took a moment to r
