Reyona held the seven-year-old’s quivering body till the latter cried herself to sleep.

Then she gingerly lay her on the bed and eased out of bed as Maxwell covered the girl’s body with her blanket.

Jane came forward to meet them as she stood up from the beanbag she had pulled closer to Junior’s bed.

“He fell asleep,” she said quietly.

Maxwell inclined his head towards the door as Reyona moved closer to the boy’s sleeping form.

“I am so sorry,” she whispered as she smoothed his hair away from his face.

She pulled his blanket tightly around him, suspecting it would be at the other end of the bed...