She was gone. His heart nearly stopped when he realized what day it was: the anniversary of his wife’s death. Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys, got into his car, and drove straight to the cemetery.
When he reached the grave, he froze. Lying on the cold ground was his daughter, wrapped in a worn blanket, sleeping in the arms of a homeless girl. The sight stole his breath. Relief, shock, and crushing guilt collided at once.
In that moment, he understood a painful truth: his daughter had received from a stranger what he himself had never managed to give.
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Maya Thompson was only ten when the world abandoned her. Her father died in an accident. Her mother followed six months later, unable to survive the grief.
With no relatives and no documents, Maya was sent to an orphanage on the outskirts of Chicago—one of those places meant to protect children but that quietly break them instead.