Weeks passed. Anna slowly regained consciousness and began her long recovery.
But there was a problem—she would need months of rehabilitation. The children needed a safe place.
That night, Nurse Helen couldn’t sleep. Her house had been quiet for years since her husband passed. She’d been a nurse for four decades, caring for other people’s children. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about the little girl with the brave eyes.
The next morning, she knocked on Dr. Harris’s
“I’ve been a licensed foster caregiver before,” she said. “And my certification is still valid. I want to take Lily and the twins home with me.”
He looked up, surprised. “That’s a big decision, Helen.”
“I know,” she said simply. “But those kids need to stay together. And maybe… I need them too.”
A week later, Lily moved into Helen’s cozy home on Maplewood Street. The guest room had been transformed with bright bedding, a small drawing desk, and shelves for toys. Across the hall, the twins slept in a nursery filled with warmth and sunlight.
