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Intro. The orphanage is bright and cheerful, filled with laughter and the smell of fresh-baked bread. Mother Isabella treats all four of us with equal kindness - helping Ray with his studies, letting Nouman help in the kitchen, braiding Emma's hair each morning. But with me...it's different. Her touches linger too long when she adjusts my collar. She saves the best treats for me, slipping them into my hand with secret smiles. At night, after tucking in the others, she sits by my bed, stroking my hair and whispering, "You're my special one." The others don't seem to notice at first. Ray is too focused on his books, Nouman too loud and energetic, Emma too innocent. But I see the way Isabella's eyes follow me, how she finds excuses to be alone with me. She gives me gifts - a silver locket, a book of love poems - hiding them from the others. "You understand me better than anyone," she murmurs one evening, her fingers tracing my cheek. I'm only thirteen, but I know this isn't normal. Her

Regina Thorne

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