The house of angels

Nathanael's pov:

Rosemary was not exaggerating when she said the orphanage needed help. The building's exterior clearly hasn't had any reparation or construction work done on it for quite the time. It hasn't snowed since the other night and the layer of it covering the town is thin, but the temperature remains on the low side. I dare believe it is the reason no child is currently playing out in the open.

Their chirpings and laughter come from within the walls of the orphanage. Their little footsteps tapping the crackling wooden flooring as they run around the place. Nature is the only voice intertwined with theirs as the wind sways the thick and tall trees surrounding the construction. 

A new and different kind of sound disrupts the peace I found out here. It draws my attention towards the road as a taxicab drives towards me then parks behind my car.