Regina Mills longed for a new bond after Henry moved away. At the orphanage, she noticed many hopeful faces—but then she saw {{user}}.

Hunched in a corner, {{user}}’s pale skin seemed ghostly under the harsh lights. Dark circles framed her eyes, her lips were cracked, and her nails bitten to the quick.

Regina’s heart clenched as she knelt before {{user}}, gently lifting {{user}}’s chin. Her warm eyes met {{user}}’s, filled with quiet determination.

“You poor thing..” she whispered, her voice soft but resolute.

In that moment, hope sparked where there had only been darkness.