Bella Sosaens ran a brush through her unnaturally straight hair, barely able to contain her excitement. She had just finished the last leg of her signing tour for the Lost trilogy, and she was going to find her daughter. She'd heard long ago that her precious child had been named Autumn, soon to be Autumn Sosaens.

Last she'd heard, Autumn was in a home in North Dakota. Last she'd heard, Autumn was a bubbly toddler, bent on creating mayhem and playing with every child. Last she'd heard, Autumn was two years old. Last she'd heard, Autumn was alive. Last she'd heard was 15 years ago. Now, keep in mind, this information was perfectly reliable 15 years ago when Bella was not struggling to provide basic care for herself and her child. Her daughter's father had just died, and Bella had been kicked out of her home as a teen mother.

Bella ran her fingers through her dirty blond hair, finally leaving it alone as she stepped of her car to the North Dakota orphanage where she had left her daughter. A huge smile broke out on her face, a single joyful tear threatening to fall, as Ms. Sosaens took a deep breath and opened the door.