He gave a subtle nod. He walked closer and the guard opened the gates before he even reached it.
He said “Thanks.”
The lady said, “What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”
“I just want to ask a question.”
“Come inside. It’s freezing cold out here.”
She looked very complaisant. She had always been very friendly.
They sat inside the lobby.
Jack was just observing the interior of the orphanage. Familiarizing himself to the place he once knew.
The house had a history that echoed within the walls. Somewhere within, mixed with the pain, were images of solitude.
The walls didn’t seem so grey when he was only a boy. The walls were bare and the paint was in need of loving care. It stood strong beneath the flakes and dirt of the years.
The floors had been a highly polished pa
