“Why did you go to the children’s home? Were there no relatives?” Lucky was always thankful that he’d had Lia. After he’d learned the full story of what had occurred to them after their parents’ death, it made him appreciate his sister much, much more.
“None. At first, we lived on the streets, in hiding, for several months. We slept wherever we found shelter, until we were discovered and run out. Then we’d move on to another building, until eventually ending up at the church.”
She turned wistful and reminiscent, gazing over his shoulder at the lantern hanging on the beam, avoiding his eyes as though she was ashamed of her circumstance. “We spent the first winter without our parents living in a barrel we found. We carried, rolled and pushed it under the church, then covered it with a canv
