Never Letting Go

Sabrina saw the little girl and instantly knew she was her daughter. The girl looked just like her.

"Phoebe, my daughter," Sabrina said, her voice full of excitement as she crouched down and hugged her tightly.

Phoebe had grown up in an orphanage, and she was shy and insecure. She was small and skinny, her skin tanned from the sun, and her hair looked faded.

One could tell she hadn't had enough to