I married my childhood friend from the orphanage — The next morning, a knock at the door changed everything

They weren’t mean to him, just distant. They’d wave to him, then run off to play games he couldn’t join. The staff talked around him rather than speaking directly to him, as if he were a task rather than a person.

One afternoon, I sat next to him with my book and joked, “If you’re keeping the window, you should share the view.”

He looked at me and said, “You’re new.”

“I’m back,” I said. “I’m Claire.”

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