Name of the Orphanage
His parents handed him a faded slip of paper. “You were at St. Mary’s Orphanage for a short time,” his mother said gently.
Jake stared at the address scrawled in ink, a new thread in the puzzle laid out before him.
That orphanage could hold records, answers, maybe even memories he’d never known he had. He knew where he had to go next.
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