Chapter 59
"Go ahead." Silvia glances at me. "They won't bite." I walk towards the children and notice that the stench pervading the room rises from their beds. Their faces are gaunt and waxy. The little girl has brown hair and the little boy's head is covered with black curls. They can't be more than ten or twelve years old. There's no sound of deep sleep. There's no breath stirring the air or any sudden movements or snores. I pull back the comforter that covers the girl. Yellow stains and bits of vegetables surround her like a halo. I gag as the smell reaches my nose. I hold her wrist quickly and feel for a pulse. There isn't one, and her limbs are stiff. I cover her and go around the bed to the boy. He's not stiff, but the piles of food around his head are larger. The calf of one leg is being
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