Chapter 4
Captain Sannie van Rensburg held the sobbing woman to her chest and let the grandmother’s tears soak her uniform shirt. It took all the strength she had left in her not to join the woman and let her own grief spill out.
Sannie wore her face mask and should not have been holding the woman, but her innate sense of compassion won out over regulations.
Around them, in the unpaved road that ran through the middle of the village, a mix of women, children and a few men crowded her, the arrival of the police causing a commotion and a distraction from day-to-day life. A few wore masks, but social distancing was almost impossible to enforce in tight-knit communities such as Killarney. Even a hobbled cow looked up from the banana peel it had been sniffing on the roadside. Sannie was acut
