As Stephen finished, he looked up at the moon, shrouded by clouds up in the air.

Taking a deep breath of the dank, cold winter air, he then sighed. 'I'll be honest—I'm not used to the coldness of the south, and I can't help remembering Charlie. During his first winter at the orphanage, he would be curling into himself under his blanket from the cold.

"The place was simply rundown and didn't have a room heater, and only a single sheet of glass insulated the windows. I really wanted to do someth