EARLY in the morning, Thalia began preparing diligently for the charity activity at the Little Orphanage. She oversaw every detail, ensuring the food was freshly made, the toys were age-appropriate, and the clothes were neatly packed and suitable for each child. Her hands-on approach reflected not just generosity, but genuine care and thoughtfulness for the children she was about to meet. It was not her first time offering aid to the orphanage; even in her past life, she had quietly supported it through anonymous donations. Helping the children had once been her way of coping with the unbearable grief of losing her child, a silent act of healing during the darkest days of her postpartum disorder. Even after she had recovered, her compassion endured, and she continued to extend a helping ha
