After Caleb left, Sydney couldn't say a word. She sat beside the gravestone, quietly staring at her parents' names. Minutes bled into hours. When she finally tried to stand, her legs tingled painfully, as though a thousand ants were gnawing at them.Reluctantly, she started toward the cemetery gate. As she walked down the path, a group of visitors heading uphill brushed past her.One of them stopped and squinted, trying to place her face. "Sydney?"The woman's gaze shifted toward the grave Sydney had just left. Then she caught up. "You're Sydney, right?"Sydney froze mid-step and turned. The woman looked almost unfamiliar, yet something in her face stirred a faint memory.It was her aunt, Melaine Wilson.When Sydney's parents died, Melaine had been the only relative left. But she hadn't wanted to take her in, and that was how Sydney ended up in the orphanage.Sydney had understood, even then. No one wanted another mouth to feed, especially one that wasn't theirs.When Melaine s
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