Marigold shrugged when Rae asked her why their names were funny. They just were. She didn’t know how to explain it.
Grey eyes flicked to the one named Rory when the lady asked about her mommy. “I don’t got a mommy,” she replied, twisting her fingers through her stuffed pony’s mane. She wasn’t the only one in the facility without a mommy, though. Lots of kids were by themselves.
Marigold laughed, even though she didn’t understand whatever it was Rae was talking about. She nodded at the lady’s question about the other kids’ names. “Uh-huh. Everyone gots names like that here.”