Erika Millender’s Toyota fishtailed over the ice as she shuddered onto the highway and headed toward her destination. She turned the radio up loud, to feel less alone in the driving snow and the dark. This was turning-back weather.
But Millender was not coming home until her errand was complete. She had precious cargo to deliver: human breast milk, dutifully pumped by a mother whose love and dedication was powerful enough to keep her premature twins alive, but not to conjure up money for gas.
