COLD HEARTS HIDDEN FIRE

raining

hadow over everything. From the small, cracked window of Room 6 at Saint Helena's Orphanage, Avery

was th

as le

gs: two shirts, a pair of jeans, a notebook filled with her thoughts, and an old photograph of her parents.

s last night. Not because she needed to-b

dy, Avery?" a soft voice

the only mother fig

d slowly. "

an. Your parents would be proud." Sist

hugged her. "Thank

fe that many would've given up on. But remember this, Avery: the world out there is c

hing. She was afraid

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r the last time. No cheering. No goodbye party. Just the cold wind, the so

unknown. No one was waiting for h

e had

s, that had

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