named Elena, led Amelia up the

much," Elena murmured.

ars-none had ever been a challenge for her. But as

laced toy, no colorful drawings on the walls. And

Valent

yes held a depth of sadness

slowly and cro

oftly. "I'm Amelia. I'll

He didn't even tu

hook her head with a sad smile.

at kind of life ha

cut through

n't trus

nding in the doorway, his pre

gaze. "Then

ression, but he said nothing befo

oked back

anywhere, kiddo

ime, he turned