“Angie Stevenson,” a small girl replied.
I could feel the disbelief well in the sound of her voice. It was the same amount that filled me. I didn’t know who the girl was, I had barely noticed her before this. I knew she had been adopted two or three days ago by the orphanage, and she had already found a home.
My mind didn’t want to process my surroundings as they led her away. I could hear the kids around me voicing my thoughts, but I held my silence. I watched as the Matron followed the couple out of the room, but I knew she would be back later for Nick, May, and I. I looked at May through the throngs of kids to see that her shoulders had slumped.
She was disappointed…all of us were.
“I’m sorry,” Nick said suddenly from beside me.
I turned to look at him. “What are you sorry for?”
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