Ana stood in the hallway, her arms shaking badly. She had her head down, her hair covering her face. “Just…want…peace…why is that so…hard to grasp…”

Vale held out his hand and the girl took it. “It’s a pleasure my dear…your far from home” Zoey sighed and said “I don’t have one…not really…my mama is gone…I never knew my daddy…I don’t have anyone…”