*Summer*

It is madness to welcome the kiss but welcome his kiss I do anyway. I have gone years without feeling anything, without truly feeling at all, until I had run from the church and embraced my mission of rescuing children.

As filled with risk as the endeavor is turning out to be, I feel a measure of excitement and anticipation bursting through my chest each time I receive a message from a woman stating she is willing to meet.

The exhilaration will grow as I wander the streets toward the designated meeting place; the satisfaction is immense when I finally have the children in hand.

But everything I feel...