Samantha put a hand on her own stomach, the home to her and Andre's child. Nothing she did could ever bring that child back. Nothing could ever heal that pain. "There are still people who need us, Molly. Those children need our help," she said. Joseph needs my help, she added to herself. "Reverend Crane will be waiting for us on the docks tonight. We have to stop him and then we can bring your children back here and find good homes for all of them. We can make things right for them tonight, but I need you to help me."
Miss Brigham nodded. "I'll help you," she said. She stood up and embraced Samantha. "Thank God for you, Samantha Young." Then they got in the car and headed for the docks as fog began to roll in from the sea.