FAYE
"Angels' Home for the Orphans. Opened 1909 by Western North Carolina Methodist for the care of children in need."
After reading that signage engraved on the metal, I raised my hand to the doorbell. Part in my brain was telling me to get over it, leave, and just focus on the problems I was facing at present. But still, I continued to ring. I'd traveled forty minutes to be here and I wasn't going to weasel out of this place without unfolding the truth about my past.
The door had been pulled open revealing a young lady whose long black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. She looked up at me and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm looking for someone." I slid my hand into the pockets of my coat and dug the paper Frank had given me. "I-is... is Jody Thompson here?"
She looked a
