The children had gathered, ready to have lunch with the caregivers at the orphanage. Their laughter filled the air as they sat at the large wooden table.
However, Cleopatra intentionally distanced herself from the group. She walked toward the garden bench located in the corner of the yard, her steps slow and deliberate. She sat down, taking out her phone to browse through the photos taken earlier. Cleopatra seemed engrossed as she scrolled through the screen, a slight smile on her face as she looked at each picture, clearly satisfied with what she saw.
Louis, who had just finished tying Bobby's shoelaces—the 5-year-old boy at the orphanage—noticed Cleopatra sitting alone on the bench. His curiosity drew him in, and he couldn't resist observing her. He slowly stepped closer, the sound of
