The Pelican Island Confession

The breeze played softly with my hair as I gazed out at the ocean, dotted with small islets and only disturbed by the occasional fishing boat. Leaning against a coconut tree, memories of the orphanage flooded back—bruises, pain, and the heartache of losing Mother Agatha and some of the orphans. The physical wounds had healed, but the emotional scars ran deep. Revenge on the Iron Skull gang, especi