Xena's POVThe orphanage was buzzing with energy. Children's laughter echoed through the halls, their tiny feet pattering against the wooden floors as they raced to see who had come to visit. Their faces lit up with pure, unguarded excitement the moment they saw us, and for a brief moment, I forgot about the weight pressing down on my chest.A little boy, no older than five or six, broke away from the crowd and ran straight toward me. Before I could react, his small arms wrapped around my legs in a tight hug. I felt my heart clench at the gesture—so trusting, so innocent.I knelt down to his level, a warm smile spreading across my face. "What's your name, little one?"He simply stared at me, his smile still plastered across his face, but he didn't speak."That's Matthew," an old woman said as she approached me. "He doesn't speak.""Oh," I said, letting out a soft, nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—""It's alright," she said, her voice kind. "It's your first day here, and it tak
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