y weather. The cold weather from last night carries on throughout this early dawn. The trees continue to rustle with the light breeze that makes one feel lazy to even leave his bed. But then, thi

ourhood knows he is the only one who takes a run this early, no matter the weather. He comes out to jog as early as four in the morning so this is definitely a very strange occurrence. Who will lurk around in such a very early time except for him? He inspects the nearby houses at a glance and there is definitely not a single one of their neighbours is even awake at this very

tone, she inspects the basket herself. "Oh, goodness

baby has never made any attempts to cry. "The angel is waking up, let's go inside, " Reed suggests. "Never mind my run for today…" he decides as he grabs the basket from the ground and closes the door behind them. Rose hurriedly carries the baby along with the green blanket wrapped around it. She keeps making cooing sounds as if to communicate with the little one. The little girl just stares at her intently as if she understands any of these. "What shall we do now? Are we to call the authorities? Surely they will put this little one in social services. And then what, a foster home?" Rose asks as she sits down to cuddle the baby better. "But what will ha

ist. The emerald locket seems to glow. They can easily tell that the locket's make is not anything like the ordinary ones you see in a jewelry shop. "Maybe there could be a clue here, " Reed says, thoughtfully unwinding the necklace and examines it. The pendant is not like any ordinary jewel. It glows even without any light around to make it sparkle. "It's an emerald locket!" Reed exclaims in amazement. He excitedly, but carefully opens it. Both Reed and Rose suddenly smell a peculiar fragrance like a combination of morning dew and sunshine. Inside the locket, Reed sees something engraved in intricate gold letters. "Arianna, our sunshine, " Reed says out loud. The baby seems to smile upon hearing her name. "So that is the name of this precious little girl! Arianna! What a lovely name. We shall call you Anna, our sunshine." Rose replies teary-eyed, cuddling little Anna once more. "But what if someone comes back for her? What shall we do?" Rose worries. "When that time comes, we will face it together. We will tell Anna the truth a