At seven o'clock in the evening, Cynthia received a call from the news agency.
"Is it Ms. Johnson?"
"Yes, it's me."
"We have read the article you wrote and seen the photos; they are quite good. We can publish them in the news. I just want to confirm whether you prefer anonymous or under your real name?"
"Anonymous."
Cynthia answered without thinking. She didn't want her identity to draw more attention.
"Okay, we will send the press release template to your email in a few days.Please keep an eye out."
"Thanks."
After hanging up, Cynthia's mind filled with the image of Anna's innocent face. She recalled the little girl with two braids, big bright eyes, wearing a beautiful dress, sitting alone in the art room.
She sighed softly, hoping this article would raise public awareness and br
