Hoping for Answers
Jake hoped the orphanage would finally offer the answers he’d been seeking. As he climbed the worn stone steps, his heart pounded with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
At the entrance, he was greeted by a kind, elderly woman who introduced herself as Mrs. Thompson, the caretaker. “I remember you,” she said with a gentle smile.
Jake felt a flicker of hope stir within. “Come in, dear. There are some things you’ll want to see,” she added, motioning for him to follow her inside the aged building.
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