Elora POV
It took us around twenty minutes to find the fabric warehouse. As soon as I step in, I find a host of children from the ages of five all the way to teens. They are all underweight, not clothed for the weather, but yet had managed to make beds out of leftover cuts of fabric. They showed the resourcefulness you needed to be able to survive in this city, the same street smarts I was forced to endure growing up here. You made do with what you had or could make yourself. It hit home a little with me. Silas however looked shocked, like he never really paid attention to what the people of this city were suffering. As soon as he entered the warehouse behind me, they all took off running for their lives.
“Wait, wait please don’t run. He won’t hurt you,” I start calling out, but they sti
