Cammy's first day at the orphanage was a whirlwind of joy and heartbreak. Sarah had warmly introduced her to the children, the handful of overworked staff, and the few dedicated volunteers who kept the place running like a worn engine—barely functional, but somehow still moving.
They were inspecting one of the run-down classrooms when a volunteer suddenly came sprinting down the corridor, breathless and pale.
"Sarah! The nursery—come quickly! Sister Olivia needs you right away!"
Without hesitation, Sarah took off, and Cammy instinctively followed, Hanna close behind. Even before they reached the nursery, Cammy's steps quickened at the familiar, piercing sound of babies wailing in distress. Her hand clutched her belly protectively.
"They're in pain," she whispered, her voice filled with alarm. "Those aren't just hungry cries. Something's wrong."
