#Chapter 172: A Confession

Almara’s Pov I lay on the leather couch scrolling on my phone with Grace asleep in the crevice of my arm. This would be a perfect lazy Sunday afternoon, if not for the horrible things I’m seeing on social media. The fire at the orphan center is the top trending story which I suppose make sense. It is a horribly depressing story. The only good news is that absolutely no one was hurt. The worse news is conspiracy theorists are blaming us. Of course. I should probably care more than I do, but I’m still riding the high of having Grace back. I peel my eyes away from my phone and sniff the top of her head and take in a long inhale. Instantly my jaw unclenches and my muscles loosen. I go back to scrolling, trying to make sense of this story. I look at the photographs and see a building torched and other pictures just show the ashes. The fact that this was a building from the lost and abandoned has now become itself a pile of rubble is a gloomy realization. It’s like loss piling on top