Chapter 80

The Dwelling Angels Orphanage. A shelter near the forest. A refuge with creaking wooden floors and walls adorned with faded paint designs.

That became Ashley’s ‘home.’ There, she lived, ate, learned household chores, forged friendships, and developed the discernment to choose trustworthy people. Ashley was just a young child when she was brought to the shelter because there were no relatives who could care for her. Her only wish upon arriving was to be adopted by someone and to have a family—a mom and dad, and if possible, a sibling or two.

The routine of the orphanage was a monotonous rhythm that echoed in the lives of its residents. However, whenever a child was chosen for adoption, the atmosphere would undergo a subtle transformation. Excitement and anticipation buzzed through the air, a stark contrast to the routine Ashley had grown accustomed to.

On those occasions, Ashley couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. The knot in her stomach tightened as she watc