One week has passed.
The familiar atmosphere and noise greeted Mariana as she stepped out of her car. The Angel Voices Orphanage, a haven of childhood memories, stood before her, its brick facade weathered but still standing strong. Years had passed since she’d last walked these grounds. Today, she is here because she needed to reconnect with her past, to find a sense of peace amidst the chaos that had consumed her life.
As she walked towards the main entrance, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. She could almost hear the laughter of children playing in the courtyard, the gentle hum of the piano in the music room, the comforting voice of Sister Agnes, the matron who had been like a mother to her.
“Mariana?”
The voice startled her. She turned to see Carl, his face etched with a pleasan
