The air smelled like soap and dust. Old houses leaned against each other, and children played barefoot near a muddy path. Faye and Mr. Kenny walked carefully through the narrow street.

“This way,” Mr. Kenny said as he held a small paper with an address on it. “They said she works here during the day.”

Faye looked around. It was her first time in such a place. She wore a simple white shirt and jeans, trying not to stand out too much. Her heart beat faster. “Do you think she’ll remember me?” she asked softly.

Mr. Kenny smiled a little. “If she cared for you the way I heard she...