Turai walked alongside Gareth, his steps heavier than usual as they approached the orphanage. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the building. This was the place where Turai had grown up, the place that had shaped him into who he was. The thought of leaving it behind weighed on him more than he had anticipated.
When they reached the door, Mrs. Benson was already waiting, her gentle smile both a comfort and a reminder of the difficult conversation that lay ahead. Turai could feel the tension building inside him, but he knew he couldn't delay it any longer.
