Eralia’s POV
I head into the small building and enter the classroom where I immediately spot Tanner, sitting alone in a corner, building with blocks. My heart starts to ache, the pain only intensifying as I look around the room, at the other children in their own little groups, some painting, some doing a puzzle, a few playing with the dress up clothes that hang from a rail against one wall.
‘Hi Eralia’ Miss Harriett murmurs as she sidles up to me, ‘I’m afraid we haven’t had a great day today . . .’
I swallow thickly as I turn to face the kindly woman who gives me a small, sympathetic smile.
‘What happened?’ I ask woodenly.
Miss Harriett sighs, ‘a few of the children we’re painting, Tanner wanted to paint as well, the picture you asked for?’ she adds questioningly as I nod. ‘Well, we
