A Little Girl Came to Me, a Private Detective, and Asked Me to Find Her a Family — Story of the Day
I never liked kids. They were loud, messy—trouble. So when an eight-year-old girl walked into my office and asked me to find her a family, I almost laughed. I wasn’t in the business of happy endings. But somehow, against all logic, I let her stay. And that changed everything. I was sitting in my office,…