The Heiress They Stole

and Anthony. I needed the peace to process the sheer audacity of their demand. They hadn't just spent their savings; they had spent the money I sent them

a part-time job since I was fourteen to pay for my own school supplies. Picking up cans on the side of the road to have money fo

the station when two cars pulled up. Out poured Maria, Anthony, Pastor Jo

OUR LOST

FATHER AN

named Dave, came out of the bay

ic performance. "Jocelyn, my child! Come back to us! Don't aban

began to pray loudly, accusing me of being a sinner, of being corrupted by the secular wo

e staring. A few people walking by

oice cracking. "This is my work

r soul!" Anthony declared, his voice

o leave. Now. This is a city facility. You are interfering with em

re casting me looks of pure

and I don't want to know. But you cannot bring it here. This is a firehouse, not a stage for a so

spered, my face b

was truly mine, the one thing I had fought so hard for-in jeopardy. They