C52 Murdered
FIVE YEARS AGO
VIVIAN
I walked alongside Clara, my feet dragging a little as we made our way to the cafeteria. It was just another day at the orphanage.
The smell of food, the clatter of trays, and the distant chatter from the other kids should have been comforting, but it wasn’t.
“Vivian, snap out of it.” Clara nudged me playfully, her energy always the opposite of mine in moments like these
