Emotional return
The drive to the orphanage was heart-wrenching, each mile weighed heavily on me. “Are you sure this is the right move?” my wife asked softly, her eyes misty.
I squeezed her hand, promising it was for the best. Olivia’s well-being was our top priority, even as we battled our emotions.
Entering the orphanage again felt surreal, yet we knew this was a crucial step.