Six months after Amelia died, Benedict went back to his hometown and told his parents what had happened.They were heartbroken, but the birth of their new grandson helped soften the blow somewhat.I still couldn't bring myself to tell my own parents.Instead, I went to Yewton on my own and started volunteering at an orphanage.On the day I arrived, several children hid behind the pillars and watched me. Some stared blankly, while others looked frightened.I sighed, crouched down, and tied the shoelace of a little girl standing in front of me.That night, I filled my room with Amelia's things. Then, I looked up at the stars and whispered, "I made it, Amelia."The next day, during mealtime, I was put in charge of sitting with the children who didn't like to talk.One of them accidentally knocked over their plate and looked at me fearfully.I didn't scold him. I treated the burn he'd gotten from the hot food, then took him back to get another serving.That was the first time he
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