When dreams whisper names from the past

alarmed. “Why?”

And one night, as I was tucking her in, she asked, “Why did you help me?”

I paused longer than I meant to. “Because I think you were meant to be found.”

She smiled in the dark and whispered, “I like that.”

Months passed. The temporary placement turned into something no one wanted to label too quickly because it already felt too real. I continue reading …