It was almost like motherly intuition telling her that this orphanage was hiding something. Something very dark. All of the children were tidy, wore nice clothes and seemed to be normal except two: a boy with unkempt hair and a girl with dark circles under her eyes.
“What is the matter with you two?!” Ms Windrow couldn’t contain her frustration any longer.
Both of the children glanced at Ms Windrow. Their eyes were cold, almost lifeless compared to those of other children in the room.