I am your granddaughter. The legend that every child within the walls of a state orphanage holds their breath waiting to hear the words “They’ve come for you” shattered against Alice’s stone-cold calm.
The legend that every child within the walls of a state orphanage waits, holding their breath, to hear the words “Someone’s come for you” shattered against Alisa’s stone calm. She sat on the edge of her institutional bed, her fingers digging into a snag on the worn blanket, and Irina Petrovna’s words sounded to her … Read more