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.Gai
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