#Chapter 402 – The Children’s Tent
Ella
There are dozens of children in this tent – maybe hundreds – and my heart breaks as I look them over. Each of the children is laying in on a medical cot, being tended to by a very tiny staff of medical and social workers who look run off their feet.
“Oh my god, Isabel,” I murmur, my heart going immediately into my throat. “Who are…who are all of these children…”
“They’re the pups of the camp who are sick,” she says quietly. “Some of them have parents,” she says, nodding to a couple who are sitting quietly by their daughter’s bed, reading her a book even though the little girl can barely pay attention because she’s whimpering with pain.
“But a lot of them,” Isabel says, taking my hand and drawing my attention back to her, “a lot of them are alone. The rest of the orphans have already gone to the adoption center in the city, but these ones –“
“They need help,” I say, my voice tight, determined.
“Yes,” she says quietly. And then she turns her eyes to Cora. “Can you…would

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