“I’m sorry Timmy, I know it’s only your first day here, but I have to punish you!” Claire Markham, Timmy’s aunt, was mopping up the milk from the table, looking at the young ten year old sitting on a wooden stool, an empty glass in his hands. Timmy had only arrived at the station a few hours before, clutching a small bag containing everything he owned in the world. His aunt still couldn’t understand why such a beautiful boy hadn’t been adopted years ago. His large blue eyes peeped out from under a shock of blond curls. Her words took...
