“Really? Your name is Cadence McReynolds?” Janette said with a smile. “How lovely.”

“You don’t say?” Aislyn said, shaking her hand and then releasing it. “What a coincidence. My last name is also McReynolds. And this is my daughter, Aarolyn. She’s sleeping right now, but isn’t she adorable?” The mother gushed, and Cadence moved around the side of the stroller so she could see the baby.

She was adorable. Her hair was a mass of red curls atop her head. Her soft, pink lips twitched slightly as if she were thinking about her mother’s milk, and her tiny hands were fisted where they lay on what looked like a handmade...