CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

JESSICA''S POV.

I lay in bed after the emotional talk with Daniel with my mind swirling with different thoughts. The one that stood out amongst the others was the memories that were flooding back in my mind, of the orphanage days.

You know, growing up in an orphanage, there was always this constant feeling of being invisible. It was as if I was a tiny speck in a vast universe, lost and forgotten. Day after day, I watched as families walked in, their hearts filled with love for the children they were going to take home. But somehow, that love never seemed to find its way to me.

Loneliness became my closest companion. It whispered in my ear, telling me that I wasn't good enough, that I wasn't deserving of love. It stole away my self-esteem, piece by piece, until all I was left with was a hollow shell of insecurities.

I remembered the orphanage, as a place that was supposed to be a haven for children like me. But instead, it became a breeding ground for my low self-esteem. It was there