But she never stopped.
Finally, she turned into a narrow alley and disappeared inside a crumbling house.
Daniel hesitated for only a second.
Then he followed.
The smell hit first.
Dampness. Sickness. Neglect.
Inside, the space was barely lit.
Two babies were crying—weak, exhausted cries.
On a torn couch, twin infants lay wrapped in thin cloth, kicking feebly.
