When she opens the door, Sammara catches sight of Aaron scurrying into the bathroom. His golden eyes follow him all the way, impassive but he doesn't say anything.
Once the little one has hidden, I speak:
"They cut off his hand." I looked at her in disgust, my fists clenching against my stomach.
She blinked as if she was surprised and her gaze lingered between the dark nook where Aaron was hiding and my kneeling figure on the ground.
“How else would that Klaussen believe us that we had his brother?” She replies as if he were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh wow, I don't know!" She exclaimed falsely, disgusted that she took it so naturally. A poor kid who wasn't even ten years old, and they had her hand cut off! "Maybe sending him a picture would have been enough, or how about
