A Gift from the Goddess

Book Two – Ch.# 39

This was the riskiest venture I’d done since returning from Ashwood.

Not only was I now leaving the protection of my father’s reach, but I was willingly jumping down a rabbit hole that could potentially bring more problems in its wake. Opening myself up to secrets I might eventually regret uncovering.

But I couldn’t go on like this anymore.

To continue as I was would only lead to destroying myself or others, possibly bringing more harm than I knew how to fix. *If it was even fixable. I could only hope that Zac would recover and stop treating me like… whatever that was.

However, it was clear that there were things at work behind the scenes that weren’t immediately obvious. Things that might come back to bite me whether I liked it or not.

And so I had to start with what information I did have.

… Information that led me to staring at an old iron woven gate, a chilling familiarity about it.

Because it was this very gate that belonged to the place I’d called home for some time.

The orphanage I’d been adopted from.

I took a moment to calm my nerves, contemplating whether this was really a good idea. But the drive here had already taken several hours to arrive, it now being morning already, and it was time that I’d spent mulling over this very dilemma.

And, ultimately, I went through with what I came here to do.

….I entered through the gate.

The orphanage looked to still be in business, several children running around in the distance on a grassy green field. From the path, I could hear their laughter, hear how they were all enjoying themselves. A vastly different experience than what I could remember of my own. time here.

“Can I help you?”

I was greeted inside by an older lady attending the counter. She looked vaguely familiar, assumedly someone who had been here during my residency. I hoped that was a good thing.

Upon walking in, her eyes immediately scrutinised me.

“Hi… yes,” I said, approaching. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I was just looking to get some information. I ah… I used to live here and was hoping that you might have my old records still available. My name is-.”

“Rheyna,” she finished, her face lightening in recognition.

“You remember me?” I asked, a little shocked.

It’d been sixteen years since my adoption.

She had to have seen thousands of children come through these doors since then.

“Yes…,” she said slowly. “It’s not often kids leave such an… impact… as you did.

Your time here was as memorable as your distinctive appearance. It’s hard to forget golden eyes such as yours.”

“Ah…,” was all I could say.

the incident I’d caused. Hospitalising children was sure to traumatise a

time here,” she said, a small smile on her lips. “A successful adoption is all I can really hope for the kids here. To this day, it still breaks my heart whenever I see any return. Failed

face. “I am a little surprised to see you back here. Mr Reid paid a significant donation to our facility upon your adoption. It was clear that

me as odd and, as I took a moment

above the rest for candidacy.’

one candidate asking to

lucky to have even one person express interest, this seemed very odd to me. Especially considering the behavioural record I must

a… fulfilling life,” I said carefully. “To this

happy to

possible, I was hoping to look at my records. Perhaps anything to

as she listened to my request, the lines on

of age now,” she said slowly. This request is within your rights. Please wait for a moment as I find

as she searched for the records,

birth family once I’d been adopted. I never so much as had an itch to go looking for them. To me, only my father had mattered. The one who had lifted me out of this place and given me shelter. Given me a life

change my blood, change who and

the lady, entering the room once more. “From the very beginning, your time here was filled with difficulties outside your control. I can see you’ve grown into a well-adjusted, beautiful young lady, and I tell you these things now not to upset you, but to

had gone over it with a black marker to censor it. Almost as if someone was removing my identity from it. Perhaps just another way my father hid my

I said, tearing my

a deep breath in, her expression becoming

different,” she started. “It was something I was aware of but not in its entirety. I now know that the extent of that treatment went beyond the norm… and I need to sincerely

mean the bullying from

the older children?”

shaking

your adoption, I started to hear whispers of how happy the staff were to see you gone. I was appalled. Especially since the horrific incident that day could have cost us significantly in potentially losing Mr Reid’s donation, something we were in dire need of. Immediately, I began looking into it and realised that I’d missed all the signs. It became obvious that most of the

paused, looking unsure how

hold any resentment towards you,” I said, trying to encourage her to continue. “I can’t change the past now.

nodded her head in understanding.

circumstances

to be

“The staff were… spooked, I suppose. You were found by a truck driver on the side of the road, miles away from here. Nothing in sight for as

thought I could remember a flash of the memory. The feeling of being numb and afraid.

tried to find out where you came from or what happened,” she continued. ” You’d just… stare at us with those intense eyes of yours

…A large dog?

the foundation of your mistreatment. I wish I’d known back then how bad it really was.

come here to do. But it was difficult not to realise what she was saying. I’d been so worried that the incident was going to

it

about my birth family?” I

she shook her head. “No… nothing

strange way

…What about… unofficially?”

immediately hesitated, confirming my

a hand on my file. ” However, I feel as though your time here was filled

opened my folder up and began rifling