“I know,” Elena said. She opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper. “He wrote me a letter before he… before he went away. He said if I ever needed to be safe, I should come to you.”
Stany studied the girl. “What’s your name?”
The girl couldn’t have been more than twelve. She wore a school uniform—plaid skirt, scuffed shoes, a backpack shaped like a cat. Her hair was a messy brown tangle, and she clutched a manila envelope to her chest as if it were a life preserver.
“I know,” Elena said. She opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper. “He wrote me a letter before he… before he went away. He said if I ever needed to be safe, I should come to you.”
Stany studied the girl. “What’s your name?”
The girl couldn’t have been more than twelve. She wore a school uniform—plaid skirt, scuffed shoes, a backpack shaped like a cat. Her hair was a messy brown tangle, and she clutched a manila envelope to her chest as if it were a life preserver.
