“Look, it’s him again.” A boy’s voice caught my attention.
Three older orphan pups approached Warren with mischievous grins on their faces.
“Why are you always like that?” one of them mocked, kicking a stone toward him. “You don’t talk, you don’t play. Are you even alive?”
Warren didn’t react. He didn’t even look up. He just kept staring at the ground, hands folded in his lap.
“Hey!” the second boy called. “Say something. Or did your tongue disappear?”
Then, the third boy shoved Warren’s shoulder hard. He lost his balance and fell to the side, his palm scraping against the dirt.
I was about to step in and scold the boys when a fierce voice suddenly rang across the courtyard.
“Hey!”
Everyone froze, including me. A little girl had appeared at the edge of the courtyard. Her brows wer
