I bought food and bus tickets for an elderly woman and her little grandson… A week later, my husband called me in a panic: “BRENDA, YOU NEED TO COME HOME. NOW. IT’S ABOUT THE BOY.” It all started on Thanksgiving. I was rushing out of work — my boss wouldn’t let anyone leave early, even threatening to fire us if we tried. So after grabbing the last of my grocery items, I hurried to the car, desperate to get home before dinner was ruined. As I buckled my seatbelt, I noticed an older woman and a sm