My younger sister, Camille, and I grew up in an orphanage.
We never knew our biological parents. We were placed there so young that I don’t even remember their faces.
All I had… was Camille.
It was always just the two of us against the world.
Until one day, everything changed.
I was eight years old when a family came looking to adopt a child. They didn’t want siblings. They wanted only one.
For years, no one had ever chosen two children together.
So they chose me.
And I was taken away—alone.
I still remember the last time I held Camille. She clung to me, crying as hard as she could, begging me not to leave. Through my own tears, I promised her something I didn’t know how to keep—
