We found ourselves in front of a small, cabin style house on the outskirts of our village. It takes a couple of minutes of daring each other with our eyes and gesturing to the door. Before it swings open on it's own. There's a young girl around eight or ten that greets us. I lean down and smile awkwardly at her.
"Hey, sweetie, is your mommy home?"
"My mama don't live with us. My brother was supposed to be home a while ago." She's looking up at Adrian in complete awe.
"When will your dad be here then?"
"I don't have one. Just my brother and me. I ain't supposed to answer the door." She backs away and tries to close us out. Adrian catches the edge of it and gently pushes his way in. The child backtracks, fear evident in her eyes.
He kneels down, "Do you know who we are?"
She nods, but
