Margaret Hayes had always been a quiet woman. Her neighbors knew her as the kind soul who fed stray cats, brought lemon tarts to bake sales, and always kept her garden neat—even after her husband passed away. She lived alone in a two-bedroom cottage near the edge of town, surrounded by books and memories.
The silence never used to bother her. Until one day, it did.
It started one chilly October morning. Margaret found herself staring at the empty chair across from her during breakfast, waiting for someone who would never arrive. She pushed her plate aside, grabbed her coat and keys, and walked out the door without a plan just a strange weight in her chest. That’s how she ended up at the city orphanage.
She hadn’t visited in years not since she volunteered one Christmas. But when she walked through those gates again, something pulled her forward like a quiet force. Maybe fate. Inside, the rooms buzzed with life. Children laughed, babies cried, volunteers bustled about. Then she saw him a baby boy sitting silently in a bassinet near the window. He wore a red hoodie that was much too big. His skin was smooth and dark. But it was his eyes that froze Margaret in place: icy blue, clear as glass. He wasn’t crying. He was just…..Read Full Story Here.…………………
