Melody hardly slept after Lydia's call. At first light, she drove straight to Green Moon Orphanage.
Lydia had already laid everything out. She explained, "When you were brought here, it was during the winter. You only had on a wool sweater, and it was filthy. We had to change your clothes and wash that sweater first."
Twenty years ago, kids would arrive here all the time, at any time—some abandoned, and others separated from their families.
Lydia remembered that Melody never cried. She was unusually quiet and was caked in dirt, as though she'd rolled in mud. Several other children arrived the same day too, so Lydia had hurried Melody inside and cleaned her up.
The sweater was so ruined that it was never washed clean. So, Melody never wore it again.
Green Moon Orphanage had a rule—every item found with a child had to be saved in case relatives showed up later on. That was why Lydia stored the clothes.
When Andrew took Melody home, Lydia had offered him the box of old clothes, but he'd refused. He'd said that she was their child now, and no one else had any claim to her.
In the end, Lydia had to let it go.
Over the next decade, she nearly forgot about the box—until she reorganized her storage last night.
Melody stared at the tiny garments inside. They were stained, yet the patterns were still visible—old-fashioned now but popular back then.
Her hands shook as she lifted the little sweater. Even after all these years, the wool felt soft.
Lydia then produced a small jewelry box and said, "Here's the turquoise guardian angel. It looked expensive. When you were little, I kept it locked away because I was afraid you'd break it or lose it."
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