A pregnant woman slowly stepped out, one hand resting beneath her belly.
“That’s her, Mom.”
I walked toward her with Darren’s umbrella pressed against my chest.
“Are you Jenelle?”
She nodded. “Carina, I’m so sorry.”
My stomach tightened again. “How do you know my name?”
“Someone commented it under my post on Facebook. They said they were a neighbor.”
I looked back at Sarah, who suddenly seemed very interested in the sidewalk.
Then I turned back to Jenelle. “You wrote about my son?”
Her expression fell. “I wrote a thank-you
