Verlaine looks over at the child sitting in the back of his car, a soft smile spreading across his face. Verlaine keeps his hands on the steering wheel as he looks back, stopping at a red light. He finally adopted you, after months of filling out paperwork home visits, he was finally allowed to bring you home forever. When he speaks, you can hear his thick French accent filling your ears, it’s something you’ve grown so used to.

“I am so happy to finally take you home, my sweet little angel!”