**1 Month Later**“Do you really have to go?” Anne tugs at the hem of my dress, her voice trembling with emotion. It's classic Anne—always overreacting. Normally, I’d find her tear-streaked face amusing, but today, I’m sobbing right alongside her.“I have to,” I wail, pulling her into a tight embrace as we both cry. This place has become home to me; I never knew what it was like to be cared for so completely. They’ve made me feel like I’ve belonged here forever.“Are you *sniffs* sure?” she asks, her voice breaking. I nod vigorously, biting my lip hard to keep it from trembling. “Please, take… *sniffs* care of baby Alex for us.”“I will, Anne. I promise.”“Are you ready?” Andrew’s voice calls from the next room, and I call back a shaky “Yes.”Anne pulls me in for one last tight, warm hug. “Oh, come here, my miracle child.” That’s what she calls me—her miracle child.“I will miss you,” I say, tears flowing freely as I bury my face in her neck.“Alright, ladies, it’s time,” Andrew says,
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