By the time they reached Havenport, it was already midday.
The group headed straight to the hotel to check in. For convenience—and safety—they’d all booked rooms on the same floor. Blair’s room was right next to Briony’s.
They kept lunch simple and ate at the hotel restaurant.
Halfway through the meal, Blair slipped away.
“Where’s Blair?” asked Lawyer Hughes, glancing around.
“He’s eating in his room,” Briony replied.
Lawyer Hughes paused for a moment, then nodded as realization dawned. “Oh, right. He’s still got that injury on his face—probably easier for him to eat alone.”
Before they’d finished eating, Blair reappeared. Maybe it was Briony’s scolding that morning, but he seemed a lot more efficient now.
As they finished their meal, rain began to fall over Havenport.
Manager Dawson, who was overseeing the project negotiations, arrived in a minivan to pick them up.
Their destination was a local children’s home in Havenport, a place that cared for kids with special needs—locally known as “Star’s children.”
Because of these children, the home had been named “Starlight Orphanage.”
Starlight Orphanage sat halfway up a mountain, about an hour’s drive from the hotel. The latter part of the journey wound up narrow mountain roads, and with the rain coming down, their progress was slow.
By the time they pulled up outside Starlight Orphanage, it was already four in the afternoon. Mist shrouded the mountainside, and the gray, rainy sky pressed low overhead. But the orphanage glowed with warm light, beaming through every window.
Children’s laughter and playful shouts echoed from all corners of the building.
The director was a young man named Garfield White—gentle features, barely twenty-eight.
On the way, Manager Dawson had filled Briony in on Garfield’s background. He’d inherited the role from his mother, who had founded the orphanage. After her passing, Garfield had stepped in to run things.
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