And the following morning, at exactly 10:19, something happened that confirmed her fears completely: the girl walked next to the man, clutching her backpack so tightly her fingers turned white. Her face was pale, her expression guilty or frightened. She didn’t smile — and neither did he.

As they passed the supply room, Angela peeked out. And for the first time she noticed that the girl could barely stay on her feet, as if she felt sick. The man held her by the arm, but it didn’t look like care.