Seneca
I could hear the guy screaming and yelling at someone. I couldn't tell if he was on the phone or not, though, because all I could hear was him. I tried to move closer so that I could figure out where he lived and who the hell he was. There was something about his voice that seemed framilier but I couldn't quite place it.
When I got to the door that he was behind, I looked back at all of the women and kids that were in this room, and my heart broke for them. There were so many of them. And the ones that were in good shape were trying to protect the ones who were hurt. You could tell by the way that they huddled together.
All I wanted was to pack them up and take them home. But the fact that I wasn't actually here made that impossible. So I would just have to figure out where the
