Their names, he would soon learn, were Ava, June, Lila, and Beth—eight-year-old sisters who had learned too early how to survive without anyone’s protection.
“You don’t need to be strong tonight,” Grant said.
He wasn’t sure if he was talking to them or himself.
Ava hesitated, torn between fear and the instinct to protect her sisters. But when June swayed from cold and Beth’s lips turned blue, her resolve broke.
She gave a tiny nod.
Within moments, Dana and Mark wrapped the girls in warm blankets and guided them into the car.
For the first time in who-knew-how-long, the girls felt warmth.