“Stay here. God will take care of you.” Then she turned and walked away – mynraa

“No one is taking her anywhere,” she said.

She was still standing by the piano, one hand curved from arthritis, the other already reaching for the parish phone. Then she pulled a worn envelope from her tote bag. I recognized it at once. My case papers. The copies of the report from the day I was left behind.

Prepared. Of course she was prepared.