The morning was crisp and clear as Riley and Alistair drove to the orphanage. It had been a few days since they had last seen Sam, and anticipation fluttered in Riley’s chest. With everything that happened, it feels like a whole month. She squeezed Alistair’s hand as he maneuvered through the streets, the weight of excitement and nerves settling in.
"Are you nervous?" Alistair asked, glancing at her with a reassuring smile.
She exhaled softly. "A little. I just... I hope Sam is doing okay. I miss her."
Alistair nodded. "Me too. But I’m sure she’s in good hands."
They arrived at the orphanage, a modest but well-kept building surrounded by a small garden. The air smelled of freshly cut grass, and children’s laughter rang from the playground. As they walked up the front steps, the heavy w
