The next morning, 6:30am found Caro and her guardian on a vehicle headed for only Madam Mary knew where. She had come to trust the woman so much that it never crossed Caro's mind to ask or wonder where they were going. She sat obediently beside her as the rickety tricycle sped along in the cool dawn weather.

Once in a while, she would glance at the serious-looking woman and wonder what exactly was going through her mind. Was she reminiscing about her late husband, or was she thinking ...