Sora's POV
They bring Oliver to me on a supply truck in the morning. There's a note pinned to his coat.
It's from the rear station nurse. Boy's been off for two weeks. Not eating. Won't sit at the window anymore. He heard your daughter came to the front. He thinks you're going to send him back to placement. Thought he should see you.
Oliver is standing on the truck bed when I come out. Small. Straight back. Both hands gripping his bag strap, the way he holds everything, like someone might take it.
He's six. A war orphan. I took him in a while ago. In all that time, he has never said one word.
On the days I come back, he waits at the window from six in the morning. The nurse put that in her first report. I never told her what it did to me.
"Oliver."
He looks at me. His face relaxes a
