It was Valentine’s Day. Nastya was just a little girl, carefully preparing small cards for her classmates, each one filled with the kind of simple love only a child knows how to give. The kind that doesn’t ask questions. The kind that believes the world is...

She remembers the feeling of home — not the orphanage, not the institutions, but a brief time when she had a mother, a father, and a family. After being placed in the orphanage at age three, Yana’s life became a series of transitions without stability....