Legacy of One

Tears were flowing from her eyes, and Suzanne was right there with more tissues. The tenderest eyes Heather had ever seen were peering at her and also trickling with tears of compassion."How old are you honey?" Suzanne asked."I am twenty going on twelve, I think," she smiled, choking back a sob. "At least that is what Mom keeps saying. I know that I really messed up."Abandoned, afraid, and destitu...