The Devil's Wedding Ring
I returned to the floor, to the mountains of paper that held the ghosts of my father’s life.
My hands moved frantically, discarding unimportant tax returns and old medical journals until they struck a hefty, leather-bound document tucked into the very back of a bottom drawer.
My heart seized when I caught the header on the first file inside.
**THE PEACE TREATY ORPHANAGE HOME**
I pulled it out, my fingers trembling so violently I nearly dropped it. My eyes raced over the typed words, devouring them like a starving woman.