“Where can I take you?” Sniffling, she gave a vehement shake of her head. “Nowhere,” she said in a trembling whisper. Her eyes filled again and threatened to brim over. “I have no one.” Discomfited, he turned back to the road. No one? It couldn’t be so; surely she knew someone who would take her in. Her father had perished, true—he’d seen that with his own eyes—but what of a mother? A relative? A neighbor?
