Chapter One“So,” Lori Sumner said, looking over her notes, “the official position of theagency is that marital status is secondary to placing the right child in thebest home.”Pilar Estes Fletcher smiled, her dark hair an inky froth of curls about herpretty face.“Absolutely,” Pilar said, confirming Lori’s assessment. Lori made a note,adding this latest detail to the research she was compiling for a storyassigned to her by her employer, The Richmond Gazette. Originally theseries of new Tiny Blessings stories were to have been written by thenewspaper’s star reporter, Jared Kierney. Unfortunately, a mining disasterin the far corner of the state had temporarily called Jared away. It seemedlike a God-given opportunity to Lori, because, as a single woman with a strongdesire for a family, she’d been thinking about the possibility of adopting achild herself, hence the focus of her story.A sound at her back had Lori lifting her head. Pilar rose to her feet.“Can I help you?”Lori glanced over her shoulder. A girl stood behind her, a pink bundleclasped against her chest. Small in stature and dressed in jeans and anoversized T-shirt, the girl appeared to be little more than a child. Obviouslyof Hispanic extraction, she rocked nervously side to side before lurchingforward.“Her name is Lucia,” she announced in a thick, tear-clogged voice.
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.
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