Chapter 5
Moira got up and walked over to sit next to the young mother, holding her hand while the detective talked. I felt out of place and I didn't know what to do. Moira was the best listener, the natural caregiver and healer in the group. It was second nature for her to offer support and comfort. But I wanted to do something.
Without drawing attention to myself, I walked out the kitchen door and onto the play area set up for the young boy. It was easy to see he loved to be active and wasn't afraid of using his imagination when he played with his toys. I smiled to myself when I saw a small fortress someone had built out of old boxes. He had taken his toy figurines and lined them up on two sides. One within the castle, and the others on the other side of a make-believe moat he had made
