9 May, 1941 - Los Angeles, California
Sitting in her office, Abigail picked up a stack of new files that Danielle had reviewed for her. It was a heart-wrenching task, reading the children’s brief biographies, their diaries of anguish and suffering and loss, each one an unwilling witness to death and destruction. Abigail and Danielle always hoped a trace of Nicky might emerge.
Her heart tightened for her friend. Danielle was grieving over Cameron—they all were. Danielle had promised a sum of her future earnings to her charity in Cameron’s memory to help fund more placements. It seemed to help ease the pain of Cameron’s death.
She glanced at a clock on her desk; Lou would be here in an hour for their lunch date. She sighed, their relationship gnawing at her conscience. Every time she plan
