Lily sat up in the hospital bed with the phone pressed tightly to her ear. The bruises along her ribs still hurt when she breathed too deeply, and the side of her face felt tight from the swelling. She listened to the ringing until a familiar voice finally answered.
“St. Mary’s Orphanage.”
“Sister Agnes? It is Lily Robinson.”
There was a short pause on the other end. “Lily. It has been years. How are you? I hope you’re in no trouble, child.”
Lily stared at the white wall in front of her. “I am alright. I need to ask you something important. Do you still have any records about my birth parents? Names. Papers. Even a small detail about who left me there.”
Sister Agnes’s voice softened with old regret. “We were given almost nothing. You were brought in as a toddler. The woman who left yo
