The low brick walls of the Charity Orphanage were covered in lush green vines, and a few osmanthus trees in full bloom filled the air with a sweet, honeyed fragrance.
Holding Evans’ hand, Viviane walked slowly into the courtyard. The little boy, dressed in a beige shirt and denim jeans, looked around with wide, curious eyes. Clutched tightly in his hands was a blue backpack decorated with cartoon dinosaurs, filled with brand-new drawing supplies and colored paper.
“Mommy, is Anthony here?” Evans asked in his soft, innocent voice, tilting his head to look up at her.
Squatting down, Viviane adjusted his collar and replied gently, “Yes, sweetheart. Anthony’s been very excited to meet you.”
She wore a crisp white blouse and wide-leg black trousers, exuding a professional yet elegant aura.
