Mrs. Heartland had many children be dropped off at the doorstep of her orphanage, from many different ages. But this one was a strange “drop off”. She woke up in the middle of the night, it was freezing cold out, and a woman, around her early twenties, had knocked on the door as if it were the middle of the day. She handed Mrs Heartland a basket, handed her a note with a package attached, and left without another word.
Now she has had more rude awakenings, but this was outright strange. She went into the gathering room, and decided to read the letter.

“Dear Mrs Heartland,
I came to the decision that I am not keeping my daughter. I don’t want to have to protect her, then fail in the process. I can’t explain much in my only and last letter, but when the little angel is 11, everything will be explained. Take care of my daughter. Her name is Helena Evelynn Hatter.”

The letter was never signed and Mrs Heartland looked at the baby, who was laying peacefully in the basket. Mrs Heartland knew that something was wrong with the baby, but not what. She made the baby a bottle of formula, and brought her to Josephine’s room, who was a young girl that lived in the orphanage. At once, Josephine fell in love with the baby, as she fed her.

As if saying, “Welcome to your best and worst dream house.”