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The drive home from the orphanage left me in quiet contemplation. For the first time in a long while, I felt fulfilled and complete. It wasn’t just the children’s laughter nor the way they clung to me as if I mattered; it was the fact that Alex had laughed, too. Really laughed.

Now, he sat beside me, his face serious as his fingers darted across his phone screen. Probably answering an important email. He always had that same focused expression brows furrowed, lips slightly ...