He watched their small faces absorb that.
"She went out to get help. Help so that you..." he glanced briefly at Nathan, at the boy who had a surgery scheduled in two days, at the boy who had been sick before he even knew he existed.
"so that you could get better. And while she was doing that, she got lost." He paused. "And now we are trying very hard to find her and bring her home."
The room was very quiet.
Nathan stared at him with those deep, serious eyes of his, the eyes of a child who was three years old in age but had already learned, somewhere along the way, that the world was not always a simple place.
It was Ethan who spoke next.
He tilted his head to one side, the way children do when they are genuinely thinking something through, his small brow creasing with an expression of careful, innocent logic.
"Is it her head again?"
Max blinked.
