A/N: There are going to be two HUGE plot twists coming soon, things aren't always what they seem.
Mary Anne grasped her daughter's hand tightly as they walked into the orphanage. A tall, thin woman with a pinched face met them at the door. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Van der Camp. I work here at the Brewer House." Noticing the confused look on Mary Anne's face, the lady explained. "It's the formal name for the orphanage. A couple of years ago, Watson Brewer, the richest man in Stoneybrook died. His daughter, Karen used her portion of the inheritance to build this orphanage. She's still an active staff member and hosts all five hundred and sixty two children on her ranch in upstate Connecticut for the entire summer and spring and winter breaks. They all come home with new clothes and toys. I think she's here today, she's a wonderful woman." Mary Anne nodded. So that's what Karen had been up to. Pretty much out of nowhere, Karen Brewer, sixteen years older and lovelier than Mary Anne had last seen her, bounded into the lobby. "Linda, we'll need some new crayons and—oh my God! Mary Anne is that you?" Mary Anne smiled warmly. "Yes, it is! I heard you've been quite busy lately."
Karen nodded. "Yup." Looking as if she had just realized her surroundings, Karen rose her eyebrows. "Wait. Why are you here?" Mary Anne took a deep breath. "D-Dawn, see, she died." Karen covered her mouth as tears began to leak out of her eyes. "And her daughter, Raven, she's here. I'm coming to…make her my own." Karen nodded. "Excuse me," she said, half laughing and half crying. "I'm going to go somewhere private."
Mary Anne lifted Alma onto her hip and followed the sound of laughter. There was the most beautiful little girl with tan skin and long dark curls sitting on a window seat staring out into the world. She had the most beautiful blue eyes Mary Anne had ever seen. Actually, Mary Anne had seen eyes like those once. Once and only once, on Dawn's face. Alma bounced from Mary Anne's arms. "Mommy," she whispered. "Mommy is that her?" Mary Anne nodded slowly. "Raven. Over here, now." Mrs. Van der Camp said. The girl turned around and walked over. Mary Anne bent down to Raven's level.
"Hi," she whispered. "I'm your aunt Mary Anne, you can call me Mommy if you like. Your mom--"
Raven's jaw dropped. "You knew my mommy?" Mary Anne nodded and grasped the little girl's hand. "Yes, we are…we were sisters." Alma jumped up and down. "Like us, like us! We're going to be sisters too!" Mary Anne rubbed Alma's blonde head. "Shh, honey." She turned back to Alma. "And I know you miss your mommy a lot. I miss her too," A sob escaped Mary Anne's lips. "I just want you to know that we can miss her together." The little girl flung herself at Mary Anne as Mary Anne rocked her back and forth. "Shh honey. Shh baby, it'll be alright. As long as we're together it'll be alright."
