The next thing Lori knew, the girl bent and dropped the pink bundle into herarms! Notepad and ink pen scattered as Lori accepted the slight weight.“I can’t keep her!” the girl exclaimed, before lapsing into Spanish.Pilar came swiftly around the desk and the two conversed for severalminutes, but Lori neither saw nor heard them, her entire attention centeredon the bundle that nowmoved in her arms. A tiny fist appeared, poking out ofa small, fluffy blanket. Gasping, Lori stared as that tiny fist waved, and theedge of the blanket fell away, revealing a perfect little face, reddened andscrunched. A baby. Brand-new from the looks of her.Lori’s breath caught. She knew, knew, that God had brought her here todaybecause of this infant, for this infant.“Hello,” she crooned. “Hello, my darling. Hello.” Folding the delicate littlebody close, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Thank You, Lord. Oh, thankYou.” Lori rose to her feet as Ramon Estes strode into the understated luxury ofthe small waiting room, his long, purposeful strides lending an air of commandto his demeanor.Of Puerto Rican extraction and medium height and build, his face sculptedin aristocratic lines, the young attorney bore himself with grace, confidenceand charm.