Chapter 86 A Fragile Light

• Allison's POV.
• The moment I stepped into my apartment with the little girl cradled in my arms, a wave of emotions crashed over me.
• She was so tiny, barely two years old, with tangled hair and dirt smudged across her cherubic face. The sight of her frail frame broke my heart, and I could feel anger bubbling beneath the surface—anger at the world, at the mother who had abandoned her, at the system that failed her. But right now, this wasn’t about anger. It was about giving this innocent child the care she desperately needed.