" We got Everett’s note, the one telling us you were heading for Boston,” Reverend Gilmore said, stepping out of the crowd. “Since we needed to make certain you were safe and had found the children, here we are.” “But . . . why didn’t you just wait for us to return to Newport, or wait for us to send a telegram?” Millie asked slowly. “Because we’re your family, Millie, and families don’t wait.” With tears blinding her, Millie was soon enveloped in one lovely hug after another. Her heart was filled to bursting, and she realized for the very first time in her life that she wasn’t truly an orphan. She might have a family made up of the oddest assortment of people—from society matrons, to footmen, to dear, precious children, and Lucetta and Everett, of course—but they were her family, and she loved them dearly. “Mr. "

― Jen Turano , In Good Company (A Class of Their Own, #2)