Joel's POV
Small Crest Foundation. A large white building with wild ivy spread across the brick, paint peeling on the front door and gargoyle statues set the tone for the orphanage. The four of us headed inside to see if we could find information on Rose. Upon entering I spotted a woman dressed in nun garb.
"Excuse me sister, who can we speak with about a previous adoption?" I asked.
She simply looked me up and down and crooked a finger to follow. We trailed her until we reached a large red door with an old style knocker on front.
*clack clack clack*
"Come in" a voice said from the other side. The nun shooed us in and then turned and left us behind.
"How can I help ya'll?" A middle aged man with a pudgy belly asked.
"We need information on someone who was adopted 17 – 18 years ago."
