I'm Trisha Leigh Lee. I'm a 34-year-old church secretary and leader of our congregation's singles group. But now I'm navigating the rocky-but-totally-worth-it path of a first-time relationship with my childhood love, Aaron, which comes with a heavy dose of general awkwardness and random moments because that's just who I am. So helping an old lady out of a grocery store dumpster seems like a normal Tuesday night to me. Except the old lady, Marta, needs more than a helping hand. When her rescue ends in a plea to reunite with her granddaughter, Avecita, I can't refuse to help her. I just don't expect to find Avecita in a gang. I really don't expect to find that she's considered a valuable and expensive commodity in the gang's local prostitution ring. And after she reunites with her ailing grandmother, I really most definitely don't expect to find that Avecita is pregnant. She needs help, and as we all know, help is my middle name (at least it would be better than what I was given). But helping Avecita comes at a high price. I'm not just laying my life on the line for a stranger. This time I'm asking Aaron to get involved, too, and I'm not sure our newly minted relationship can handle the strain. I thought it was bad last time? Now I have to survive retirement communities, Paisley-wearing gang members, carb-counting church volunteers, and--God forbid--maybe even a broken heart.