Eventually I heard some children crying plaintively. I heard the men talking again, and knew I was close. A terrible, nasty sense of nausea rose from my stomach. I took a deep breath and carefully peeked around the corner. Five or six children stood lined up. A dark van was parked near them, and there were three men. I remember that I saw an older boy, around ten or twelve years old, holding a little girl’s hand. They both looked terrified. The girl was crying. Camile was standing next to the girl. She looked scared, too. She kept looking around, as if searching for something, someone. She
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