That night, Willow and Glenn lay on the big, soft, comfortable bed, the air filled with a fresh, pleasant scent.
It wasn't a hard, plank bed, and there was no foul odor.
Glenn rolled around on the bed and couldn't help but exclaim, "Willow, this place is so nice!"
"It is," Willow replied softly. "Glenn, we have to work hard so Mom can sleep in a bed this comfortable too."
Glenn, who had just wanted to be lazy and do nothing, hesitated for a moment. "Okay. We'll work hard so Mom can live in a big, pretty house and sleep on a bed as soft as cake."
The siblings, filled with hope and dreams for the future, slowly drifted off to sleep.
In the study on the second floor, Renee Jennings stood before the French doors, her heart heavy as she gazed into the deep darkness of the night.
"What's going to happen to Willow and Glenn now?" Michelle Fuller sighed.
