A Gift from the Goddess novel Chapter 150

This was the riskiest venture I’d done since returning from Ashwood.

Not only was I now leaving the protection of my father’s reach, but I was willingly jumping down a rabbit hole that could potentially bring more problems in its wake. Opening myself up to secrets I might eventually regret uncovering.

But I couldn’t go on like this anymore.

To continue as I was would only lead to destroying myself or others, possibly bringing more harm than I knew how to fix. *If* it was even fixable. I could only hope that Zac would recover and stop treating me like… whatever that was.

However, it was clear that there were things at work behind the scenes that weren’t immediately obvious. Things that might come back to bite me whether I liked it or not.

And so I had to start with what information I did have.

…Information that led me to staring at an old iron woven gate, a chilling familiarity about it.

Because it was this very gate that belonged to the place I’d called home for some time.

The orphanage I’d been adopted from.

I took a moment to calm my nerves, contemplating whether this was really a good idea. But the drive here had already taken several hours to arrive, it now being morning already, and it was time that I’d spent mulling over this very dilemma.

And, ultimately, I went through with what I came here to do.

…I entered through the gate.

The orphanage looked to still be in business, several children running around in the distance on a grassy green field. From the path, I could hear their laughter, hear how they were all enjoying themselves. A vastly different experience than what I could remember of my own time here.

“Can I help you?”

I was greeted inside by an older lady attending the counter. She looked vaguely familiar, assumedly someone who had been here during my residency. I hoped that was a good thing.

Upon walking in, her eyes immediately scrutinised me.

“Hi… yes,” I said, approaching. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I was just looking to get some information. I ah… I used to live here and was hoping that you might have my old records still available. My name is—.”

“Rheyna,” she finished, her face lightening in recognition.

“You remember me?” I asked, a little shocked.

It’d been sixteen years since my adoption. She had to have seen thousands of children come through these doors since then.

“Yes…,” she said slowly. “It’s not often kids leave such an… impact… as you did. Your time here was as memorable as your distinctive appearance. It’s hard to forget golden eyes such as yours.”

“Ah…,” was all I could say.

I was sure the memorable impact was referring to the incident I’d caused. Hospitalising children was sure to traumatise a person.

“I’m happy to see you’ve grown up well despite having a difficult time here,” she said, a small smile on her lips. “A successful adoption is all I can really hope for the kids here. To this day, it still breaks my heart whenever I see any return. Failed adoptions happen only too often. Though….”

She then paused to look at me closer, confusion showing on her face. “I am a little surprised to see you back here. Mr Reid paid a significant donation to our facility upon your adoption. It was clear that the lifestyle and devotion he could provide for you was a head above the rest for candidacy. I would have thought that you’d have all but forgotten about your time here.”

Something about what she’d said struck me as odd and, as I took a moment to think about it more, I realised what it was.

…‘Head above the rest for candidacy.’

As in, there was more than one candidate asking to adopt me.

In a place where children were lucky to have even one person express interest, this seemed very odd to me. Especially considering the behavioural record I must have had here.

“My father provided me with a… fulfilling life,” I said carefully. “To this day, I continue to work for the family business with him closely.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

“But… I naturally have questions about my past,” I continued. “If possible, I was hoping to look at my records. Perhaps anything to do with my adoption or… how I came to be here.”

She looked serious as she listened to my request, the lines on her face creasing.

“…You are of age now,” she said slowly. “This request is within your rights. Please wait for a moment as I find them.”

And with that, she disappeared through a back office door where she remained for some time. I paced in the lobby as she searched for the records, doing my best to remain as patient as possible despite the loud thumping in my chest.

I’d stopped caring for my birth family once I’d been adopted. I never so much as had an itch to go looking for them. To me, only my father had mattered. The one who had lifted me out of this place and given me shelter. Given me a life and purpose, someone to nurture the issues I’d presented with as a child rather than fear me for it.

Now I knew that some things couldn’t be ignored for long. That I couldn’t change my blood, change who and what I was. Ashwood had made that perfectly clear.

“I should start off by apologising to you first,” said the lady, entering the room once more. “From the very beginning, your time here was filled with difficulties outside your control. I can see you’ve grown into a well-adjusted, beautiful young lady, and I tell you these things now not to upset you, but to provide you with some understanding.”

I walked back over to the desk and saw she’d retrieved my records. Only, in the place where my name should have been, it looked like someone had gone over it with a black marker to censor it. Almost as if someone was removing my identity from it. Perhaps just another way my father hid my existence.

“Please tell me,” I said, tearing my eyes away from the folder.

She took a deep breath in, her expression becoming solemn.

“From the very beginning, you were treated… different,” she started. “It was something I was aware of but not in its entirety. I now know that the extent of that treatment went beyond the norm… and I need to sincerely apologise for my lack of vigilance. I should have tried to protect you better.”

I frowned. “You mean the bullying from the older children?”

She paused before shaking her head. “…I wish it had just been from the children. After your adoption, I started to hear whispers of how happy the staff were to see you gone. I was appalled. Especially since the horrific incident that day could have cost us significantly in potentially losing Mr Reid’s donation, something we were in dire need of. Immediately, I began looking into it and realised that I’d missed all the signs. It became obvious that most of the bullying was being orchestrated by the staff, urging the children to be cautious of you. All because….”

She paused, looking unsure how to proceed.