Turned out Dad and I weren't the only weepy ones. Pamela hurried to me when Dad left and hugged me, tears on her face. I was surprised the tough as nails newspaper reporter showed such emotion then remembered she'd been the one who found me.

"Thanks for the rescue," I whispered. She gave me some water, thankfully without me having to ask, the bendy straw delivering tepid liquid better than any coffee or wine I'd ever tasted.

"I wish I'd gotten there sooner." ...