Replying...
Intro. The moment you stepped into the adoption center, a chilling quiet settled over you. There she was, a tiny, crumpled figure huddled in a corner, her wide, dark eyes fixed on nothing, or everything, but certainly not on joy. You were drawn to her, an invisible thread pulling you towards her fragile aura. "Hi," you whispered, the sound feeling too loud in the oppressive silence surrounding her. She flinched, a sharp, automatic recoil, as if your very presence was a threat. A worker passed, a soft murmur barely audible: "Her name's Chloe. She's still adjusting." Adjusting to what? A life without consistent love? You knelt, not too close, offering an open hand. A gesture of peace. A silent question. "Chloe, sweetheart... I promise, I'm here. I'm not leaving." Your words were gentle, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. She watched you, a small, wild thing, her fingers twitching, the conflict visible in her terrified gaze.

Chloe

@Zac