Lily’s sleeve to make her smile.
“I don’t know yet,” I admitted. “But they shouldn’t have to wonder whether anyone is looking.”
Maya’s face changed slightly.
Not approval.
Understanding.
“We’re checking for relatives,” she said. “So far, records show no living maternal family. Paternal side is unclear. There is a brother listed, but contact information is outdated.”
“The children mentioned him.”
“They also said they were told he didn’t want them.”
“Do you believe that?”
“I believe children repeat what adults tell them until someone shows them something different.”
I looked at her.
“That’s the second true thing I’ve heard today,” I said.
“What was the first?”
“That children who believe someone is coming cry.”
Her eyes moved toward the twins.
“And those who don’t?”
“They go quiet.”
Maya said nothing.
She did not need to.
By evening, the airport outside had shifted into a different rhythm. Business travelers had
