In a small room, nine baby girls lay in cribs placed side by side. Their skin was dark, their eyes wide with fear and hope, their tiny hands reaching toward anyone who might lift them up. A nurse murmured, “They were left together on church steps. No names, no notes. No one wants them all. They’ll ak be separated soon.”
The word separated struck Richard deeply. He remembered Anne’s last words before she passed: “Don’t let love die with me. Give it somewhere to go.” Standing there, he felt the weight of that promise. Could he be the one to keep these nine sisters together?
When he finally spoke, his voice was rough. “What if I take them—all of them?”
