Cassandra
“Is this the place?” I asked the guard who held the door open for me.
He nodded stoically. I stepped out of the car, pulling my scarf around my shoulders. I had told no one this, but ever since I got mobbed, I had been scared to move around in public without sunglasses or a scarf.
I knew anyone could still recognize me regardless, but this felt more comfortable. My kids might have been able to come back from that incident, but for me, it hd a permanent place in my memory. It would take a far longer time for the horrors of that incident to fade away.
“Why would Zelle be here, though?” I gave the guard a suspicious glance.
“Miss Zelle owns several orphanages around the city. She's here today to help out, like she usually does.” He answered, “I'll escort you inside, Miss Cassa
