Olivia:

“Kids… you have to keep low, you hear me?” I said, and the little kids nodded.

“Nana, what should we do now? I don't want to stay here…” the oldest of the kids said.

Her name is Abigail. She's probably around fifteen or sixteen—dark-skinned, intelligent. She was likely kidnapped when she was still a toddler. She has no idea who she is, but with her hair texture and facial structure, I bet she's from Africa.

“Alright, Abigail, listen. You’ll take the little ...