Soraya's POV

I dragged the broom across the stone path, the dry leaves making a rattle noise as they piled to the side. Irene bent down beside me, gathering them into a basket.

“Wow, you’re really good at this, Miss.” She said, surprised.

We were busy sweeping the garden and getting rid of the fallen and withered leaves.

I gave her a small smile, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We did this a lot back at the orphanage. This is nothing compared to the kind of work we did there.”

Chantelle paused, her broom resting against her shoulder. “Orphanage? You grew up in one?”

I nodded. “Yes....