The boy swallowed, his jaw trembling as he clutched the baby closer.
“My name is Lucas,” he whispered. “This is my sister, Elsie. She is cold and she did not eat tonight.”
Rebecca reached for a blanket and draped it carefully around both children. The baby stirred, her small fingers curling into the fabric of her brother’s sleeve.
“You did the right thing by coming here,” Rebecca said softly. “Where is your mother, Lucas.”
Lucas looked toward the glass doors as if expecting someone to burst through them.
