Claudia

Gaia responded swiftly, and I headed downstairs, slipping on my heels. I debated driving but decided to walk. The last time I walked, things didn’t go well, but I shook off the feeling and started toward the orphanage. Gaia helped out there often, always reminding me how important it was to remember those who are often forgotten.

As soon as I reached the door, Gaia burst through with a beaming smile. “You made it!” Her golden hair flowed around her face, braided and clipped by the kids, no doubt. She looked stunning in her tailored suit, though I could see the kids' handprints in paint on her sleeves.

“Come inside, it’s freezing,” she said, ushering me in.

The lump in my throat grew as I saw the children running around, laughing and playing. This had been a terrible idea.

“Do you mind holding Charlotte?” Gaia asked, already running to organize the kids for storytime. Mechanically, I nodded and took the one-year-old in my arms. She sucked her fingers and looked at me inquisitively.

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