He is about to set her down on the duvet when she starts frantically shaking her head. “No. Don’t! I’m so dirty. I don’t want to touch anything.”
“It does. It does,” she insists with a fervor that reminds me of Lev. “I’m dirty.”
Uri looks at me helplessly and I feel his pain. I rush forward and put my hand on Polly’s arm. “I can get you cleaned up, Polly. Would you be okay with that?”
She stares at me. Those eyes are huge and scared, flitting side to side like they see things in the shadows that no one else can see.
“Come on,” I say to Uri. “Let’s take her to the bathroom.”
He scoops her up again and carries her in before gently settling her on the side of the tub where I point. “Thank you. I’ll take it from here.” He glances at me and I can see the turmoil raging in his eyes. I slide
