Though they understood so much, they hadn't yet gotten to the point where they could imagine how dark the thoughts of a seven-year-old child, who just lost both parents, could be.
This included the other children in the orphanage.
They all thought so.
But it was different after all.
She always sat quietly in a corner by herself, behaving well in class, and the same after class, sitting there watching other small friends happily play games, most of the time, she showed no expression.
Her heart was calm, like a pool of stagnant water.
Perhaps because she seemed to resemble them, perhaps out of compassion, or perhaps just a thick curiosity about her.
In a sense, Beau Reed's childhood gained another person from then on.
From that moment on, till now...
Quinn Martinez threaded through her entire life.
