*Lisbon – Shelter for Survivors, Morning Light*
Claire stood in the doorway of a former convent now transformed into a safe house.
Children chased soap bubbles through the courtyard while teenage girls sewed uniforms in sun-dappled corners. Laughter echoed against centuries-old stone walls.
She moved among them, sleeves rolled, hair tied in a messy knot, clipboard in hand.
“Pockets a bit longer," she said gently to one girl, “So you can hide the whole world if you have to."
The girl grinned. “Like you did?"
Claire smiled. “Exactly like I did."
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*Paris – Gala Auction for Survivors, That Night*
Claire walked the stage in a deep-blue satin jumpsuit, microphone in hand, beneath chandeliers and camera drones.
She lifted a custom dress stitched with stories from five survivors. It s
