Camp is going well. (I feel like a child writing home instead of the animal therapist assigned to work here with the troubled kids!) Since James Harris has seen the success of the program, the skeptical camp director is much more charming-we've been having some late night talks…and a surprising good-night kiss! He didn't even complain when I brought Roxy along-you remember how my sister didn't want to join me. And there was a scare-Roxy and another teen disappeared-but James and I found them.
You know, Mom, I think James needs some healing of his own-his soul seems…wounded. I think my strong faith might even help him regain his…if he'll let me.
