12 CHAPTER ELEVEN: A Kind Gesture

Landry drove into the park, with Kevin sitting at his side, and pulled over by the sidewalks lined by long afternoon shadows. Kevin wound down the window and squinted out into the park, his wondering gaze searching for Mirabel—or her mother.

“Do you see them anywhere?” he asked, looking around the park for any sign of them.

“There they are.” Landry found them seating—alone, on an old beat-up wooden bench, at the far end of the park.

Mirabel laid in her mother’s arm, fast asleep. The single mother sat under a towering oak which shielded them from the scourging sun. She looked pale and sadder than before, making Kevin wonder what might have caused this.

Climbing out of the car, Kevin took out a large bag filled to its capacity from the back seat. It felt really heavy, and some of its contents were peeking out. “I’d be right back.” he said, and walked into the park.