Despite the cabin housing children, you would think so because of how quiet it is.

I don’t hear any laughter or screaming, or even crying.

At the doorway of the dark-stained wooden building, I pause with my hand on the latch. After taking a minute to wipe my wet face with the back of my hand, I draw in a deep breath, release it, and then push the door open.

I think I expected cages or guards stood around prodding the children to silence. Maybe an enforcer or two glaring at the children until ...