HE LOOKS SO small.
So helpless.
Once we broke free from hell, Pavel drove us to the orphanage—our sanctuary. The moment Mother Superior saw Saint, she rushed him into the infirmary and shooed us out the door. I waited for her to emerge, but as minutes turned into hours, I succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep, my back pressed to the infirmary wall.
When she finally appeared, she told me what I feared—his injuries would heal, but the damage to his mind, well, only time would tell. I asked if I could see him, but she said that I was to give him some time.
So I waited and waited, but when one day became two, I couldn’t stand it a second longer. I opened the door, and it’s here I’ve stood for countless moments, unbelieving what I see.
He looks so small.
So helpless.
I’ve always known
