I was staring at the ceiling, lying motionless on the bed while my mind wandered through countless thoughts.
Beside me, the girl had fallen into a deep sleep. Her small chest rose and fell with peaceful rhythms.
A voice drifted from across the room. "Isn't she a bit too adorable?"
I turned my gaze toward Amelia, who sat comfortably in the armchair with her legs crossed.
"All children look that way," I replied flatly. "Until they grow up. Or until they open their mouths."
Amelia stretched her arms above her head with a knowing smile. "You sure hate kids. Noted."
She let her arms fall and leaned forward slightly. "But what now? What do you plan ahead for her?"
I didn't have an answer.
After Amelia had made the girl comfortable enough to speak, we had learned about her past. Her name. Her home. Her family.
And every single answer had been as good as nothing.
She didn't have a name. Nobody had ever given her one.
