“I’ll just make sure she’s safe,” he murmured, as if trying to justify it to himself.
The air was thick and damp.
Andrew stepped out, his polished shoes instantly out of place on the cracked pavement. The distant rumble of traffic echoed above.
He followed the faint sounds ahead.
Then—
Laughter.
Light. Unexpected. Childlike.
Andrew froze.
He moved closer, more carefully now, his breathing slow and quiet.
Between crooked wooden boards, scraps of metal, and pieces of cardboard tied together stood something that barely qualified as shelter.
A shack.
And in front of it—
Two children.
A boy and a girl ran toward Elena the moment she arrived.
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