Felicia was already so sick when she was found wandering a quiet yard in North Carolina, her eyes watery and her breathing heavy as if her little body was giving up.
She did not cry loudly, she simply waited, standing there with a sweet soul that had been worn down by fear and illness.
One week later, in the same place, a tiny kitten named Baby was found lying on a porch, barely weighing a pound and shaking with weakness.
She was heartbreakingly small, alone, and fragile, as if the world had forgotten her before she even had a chance to live.
No one knew why Baby was there or how she survived, only that she looked just like Felicia.
Two shattered beginnings, tied together by fate, pain, and a bond that would soon change everything.
