It was a cold windy night and all the shops and stores lining the streets had been closed.
Jennifer Anne sat in a dark alleyway, waiting for the last lights to go out in the suburbs of north New York City. 1, 2, 3- one by one they all went out until only the moon and and and a few flickering street lamps luminated the night.
Jennifer Anne took her chance and crept along the street with the two boys, whom had been born only fourty-nine hours prior. The boys names; they had none for their mother feared of getting too attached to them.
But They would later be known as Cornelius and Damian.
The harsh wind tugged at her clothes and blew the snowflakes that had begun to fall into her face and stung her forehead, cheeks and neck.
She grabbed at her dark red scarf that was around her neck to adjust it but it was gone. Blown by the wind. She turned around to look for it but saw only the white snow that was falling harder.
Jennifer had to keep going and get the babies to warmth.
She walked up the street toward the orphanage, clinging to the two boys in an attempt them warm.
"Only three more blocks." She kept whispering to herself and the children.
She clambered up the icy steps of the four story, brick building, nearly slipping and falling with every step she took, but she held on tight to the twins in her arms.
Why was she leaving them? She had met a wealthy man named Jonathan Stroff whom she loved very dearly. But when he found out she was a poor girl with no money and he a rich man, he left and never came back. Two weeks later, she found out she was pregnant with twins that she knew she wasn't going to be able to take care of.
She looked into the bright blue eyes of her two boys and kissed them each on the forehead and set them down on the front stoop.
She rang the door bell and took one last look at the boys, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Then ran off into the night.
