#Chapter 167: Spectacles

Iris A little while later, Miles and I walk through the front doors of the orphanage. Miles is holding a container of chocolate chip and pecan cookies we baked together, and lifts it over his head like a trophy. “We brought cookies!” The children who are hanging out in the common room immediately perk up at the sound of Miles’ voice and rush over. I stand back, watching with a smile as he greets each of them by name, already opening the container to share his bounty. He gives the little girl who he made friends with before, Amy, the first pick. She smiles and splits it with him, and my heart soars as I watch them run off together. “Iris, darling!” Giulia’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to find the elderly headmistress shuffling toward me with her arms outstretched. Her face somehow looks even more wrinkled than the last time I saw her, but her silver hair is still perfectly coiffed, pulled back into a neat bun. “Giulia,” I say, allowing mys