church vestibule for two nights, a parking garage for three, and then the school boiler room for the last six because Marcus had noticed a loading dock door that didn’t fully latch.
They’d been surviving on vending machine food and what they could find.
And they had not cried about any of it.
That was the thing that stayed with Walter long after that night.
None of them cried.
They were 9 years old and they had already learned that crying was a luxury they couldn’t afford.
That understanding broke
