Nobody’s Child (New Life Tabernacle Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

that?”
    Makayla shook her head no.
    “That fire last year that took that family's home? I know she was the one to put them in a new one. And then there's the food and shelter center at that church, what's the name of it?" He squinted his eyes and tapped a Slim Jim on the counter. "I don't know, it's one of them big ol’ churches. New Life, New Hope, New Something… She got together with that girl who owns the soul food restaurant. They’re helping the church build a new addition to house the program. Just saw that on the news the other night. Now let me see," he said, scratching at his ear. "There was also—“
    Makayla stopped him before he could go any further. That couldn't be all there was. Nobody was that good.
    "No, no. I mean…” She leaned over the counter. "You know, like tea ? Have you heard any tea on her?"
    "Oh…” he said, raising his eyebrows. "I see where you're going." He shook his head. "I gotta say, she's one person I've never heard anything about. But I'll tell you what, if there is anything, you'll find it on Lipstick Alley."
    "What's that?"
    “Shadiest place this side of the Internet, that's what. If there is any dirt, it’ll be there. But what you want that kind of stuff for anyway?"
    "I don’t,” Makayla lied. "I just go to the same church she does and I was wondering."
    He shrugged and picked up the paper bag containing his purchases. "Okay, well like I said, that would be the place to look. But I doubt you'll find anything. From what I can see, she's the real deal."
    While Makayla appreciated his thoughts on the matter, she would rather find out for herself.

    M akayla couldn't believe it . Mr. Sanford was right.
    First, about the shade.
    Second, about there being none when it came to Robin.
    The moment her replacement at the gas station showed up, Makayla booked it to the campus computer lab. Turned out to be a waste of time though. Nobody had one bad thing to say about Robin Jones. And from what Makayla could tell by looking at the site, that in itself, was quite an accomplishment.
    Since she was already there, she decided to see what she could find out about Robin on regular, old, no-tea Google. Mr. Sanford wasn't kidding about her being famous. She had written five books, each of them hitting most, if not all, the bestseller lists. They’d been translated into fourteen languages and all the major book retailers were accepting preorders for the one she had coming out next.
    A quick search on YouTube brought back a deluge of videos with Robin being the poster girl for a good Samaritan. The harder Makayla tried to find evidence to support her idea of Robin being a fake, the more evidence she turned up to contradict it. But it was one video, in particular, that finally ended her search.
    It was a recording of Robin's acceptance speech, the year she was one of the people being celebrated at BET Honors. She stood at the microphone, in a shimmering gold dress, her long sable hair falling over one shoulder.
    "It's not about the recognition. It's not about the awards. It's not about the money. People ask me all the time why I do what I do. What they don't understand is, I have no choice.
    “I know firsthand what it's like to be hurting, to be desperate. To be in a place where you can’t put one foot in front of the other. And had it not been for people who cared, who were willing to get down there with me so they could lift me up, I don't think I would've made it.
    “When you've known pain, when you've nearly been crushed by it, your heart won't allow you to stand by and do nothing when you see others in the same condition.
    “Our girls, not only here in America, but across the world, are in crisis. They’re depending on us to stand up for them, stand up with them, and in some cases, carry them until they can stand on their own.
    “As much as I appreciate this honor and the recognition of my work, there are people who deserve to stand here far more than I do. They are the unsung heroes