WAY PAST THE BUSY CITY AND THROUGH A GLASS WINDOW of an orphanage was a child who couldn't sleep.
The room was peaceful, almost holy, with bunker beds made for angels like her to slumber on. Darkness looked bluish, with just the moonlight illuminating every corner of that place. The lamp had been off since the caretaker pressed on the switch and bid them all goodnight.
She was at the farthest corner of that room, lonely and cold amid the fact that she wasn't alone. She was visibly tiny as she curled under her sheets, pouting her lips and then flattening it back like the baby she was as she held a cry.
Her name was Jen, one of the kids Tonya usually read stories to. And also, one of those Tonya had saved during the library arson.
"Momma..." her voice was as tiny as she was when it passe
