Chapter 110

• A M E R I C A
• I was standing in front of an old looking building which seemed to be very unfamiliar to me. It was dark out here and the clouds were filled with rolling thunder and dancing lightning. The air seemed chilly and the entire infrastructure looked spine-chilling and really gothic. My feet drags me towards the entrance which had a huge wooden door that was three times my height and I see a signage in a marble just long the pathway which says...
• "Home of Little Miracles"