"What are you saying?" Dante's voice was tight. Controlled. "That we stop? Abandon the partnership? The work? The families who need us?"

"I'm saying we can't risk our children. We almost died in Kenya. Armed rebels. Gunfire. War zone. We put our babies in the middle of that. For what? To prove we're humanitarian? To feel better about your past?"

"To save forty children who would have died. That's what. Not theory. Not abstract good. Real children. Real lives. Real difference."

"At what cost? What if one of our kids had been shot? Killed? Would saving those orphans be worth losing Elena? Arthur? Gabriel?"

"That's not fair. We took precautions....