She raised her fingers to touch the scar on her neck. “I made the call to the negotiator to buy Moses some time. I locked them inside the dining hall. And he set it on fire. They were locked in. They couldn’t get out. By the time I went to open it . . .” Tears ran down her cheeks. Carver swept her into a hug. She buried her face in his chest, weeping. “You were only seven,” he kept saying. “You were only seven.”
