Then I caught the news broadcast, and I expect that even death would be kinder than that horrid orphanage.
Faustus seems to agree. He’s the sweet little child they handed me when I inquired at the gate. Careless, really, placing the little ones in the care of strange vampires – or strange humans, for that matter – without inquiring into their character. But he is a dear. Didn’t seem afraid of me at all, or of Lysander. “Once I saw a coffin that looked wonderful to rest in,” he told me.
I hope he finds a good family.
Now I feel driven to help more of his friends…
The photographs of my orphans have come in.
