For a second, he thought about ignoring it.
There was nothing left to lose anyway.
But the screen lit up with a number he didn’t recognize.
He answered.
“Mr. Wellington?” a soft woman’s voice asked. “This is St. Mary’s Children’s Shelter. We need to talk to you. It’s about Lily.”
His stomach tightened.
Lily.
The little girl he had been quietly sponsoring for two years.
No press releases.
No charity galas.
