Annas POV
I never thought this day, week or hour would EVER come. Not even this action I'm about to do, not even me holding my own baby girl, outside an orphanage. Four days ago, Harper Rose Cooke came into my life. I'm only 18, 18 fucking years old and I have this child with an unknown father. I take the envelope from my coat pocket that reads,
Harper Rose Cooke DOB: 17 APRIL 2003
I will be back.
And I will be. "I promise" I whisper into her tiny ear. I put a gold chain bracelet around her wrist that has a lock charm and I looked at mine which had a key. "I am never going to take this off until I get you back" A tear rolls down my cheek as I remember everything that happened...