Nyx's Pov
The ride to the orphanage was quiet but not uncomfortable. Caspian's fingers were laced with mine on the seat between us. I stared out the window, watching the world blur past, trees bending softly with the breeze. There was a calmness to the day, and even though my heart still carried weight, there was also a strange peace I couldn’t explain.
When the driver slowed down and took a left turn, my attention snapped to the building ahead.
My lips parted slightly. "Wow."
The structure before me stood like something out of a fairytale. It was big, but not overwhelming. The walls were painted in soft cream with colorful murals of children, animals, rainbows, and stars. The gate itself had butterflies painted on it. The playground out front looked brand new, swings, slides, a small
