Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

The safe house was packed, but it wasn’t just the usual noise of a crowded space.

The kids who had been through hell were finally safe, but the recovery wouldn’t be quick. Nurses moved swiftly, vaccinating them, checking for infections, taking care of whatever immediate needs they had. Some of the children were too weak to even sit up; others clung to whatever they could, their faces haunted by memories too terrible to speak of.

“God what is it? Olivia ...