Many Years Earlier

Nora's POV

I watched with envy boldly written over me as the couples moved around the orphanage, checking out the kids and holding them by the hand as they walked out.

Why couldn't that be me? I sighed as I watched another kid get adopted. That would be the twentieth kid that was preferred instead of me. Yes, I had been counting.

I sulked, moving off to a corner as I was unable to bear the pain anymore. I stared at the toys I had been playing with before the orphanage ...