Twenty-Second Chapter
Eveline's POV Looking at children of different ages in the orphan house made my bile come to my throat. I never visited one and I regret not visiting any. When we came near a big, old house that was poor on the outside and on the inside, I felt as if I was in a prison...not an orphan house. The paint was coming off from the empty, white walls and it made me sick imagining seeing them every f**king day of my life. We were walking through the corridor where toddlers ran around, some of them were stopping to look at us, probably thinking that we were going to adopt one of them...and only thinking about this made me wanna cry and wanting to adopt all of them. Some were scared and hid when they saw us and perhaps it's because some people take children for...bad intentions and I prayed that nob
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