were certainly upset.
Coco rounded the tree and approached Caitlyn quietly. She had a lost, frightened look in her eyes that Caitlyn had seen many times in her life, every time a stray kitten or puppy came to her for help.
She sat on the bench and patted the space beside her. âTell me whatâs wrong, Coco.â
The little girl climbed onto the bench and wiggled up close.
The second girl, who appeared a few years older, ventured closer. âI forgot your name.â
âIâm Caitlyn. And you are?â
âRaquel. Raquel Gatina.â She lifted her chin proudly. âWeâre from Brazil.â
Cocoâs thin shoulders shook as she burst into tears. âI want to go home. Iâ¦Iâm so tired of this English. Itâs hard.â
âSweetie.â Caitlyn patted her on the back. âYou speak whatever you like. Iâll understand.â Her comprehension would be immediate, but it would take a while before she could start responding in the girlsâ native language.
Raquel stepped closer. âAre you serious?â
âTry me.â
Coco gazed up at her. âI feel bad,â she said in Portuguese.
âWhy do you feel bad?â Caitlyn asked in English.
The girls exchanged surprised looks.
âCocoâs mad at Constantine,â Raquel explained in Portuguese. âShe says she hates him.â
âI donât want to hate him,â Coco wailed. âI like Tino. But itâs not fair!â
Raquel sniffed. âTino has family and friends. We donât.â
Caitlynâs heart squeezed. âYou have each other. And from what I could tell, every woman at the party loves you and wants to be your aunt.â
Raquel frowned and kicked at the ground. âThey just feel sorry for us because weâre orphans.â
âTino has a mommy and daddy and a sister,â Coco whispered. âMy mommy and daddy and sister are dead.â
Caitlyn gulped. âHow did thatâIâm sorry. Iâm sure you donât want to talk about it.â
Raquel perched on the bench next to Coco. âSome bad men came to our village and killed our families. They hate us because weâre different.â
Caitlyn sucked in a deep breath. Good God. Were the girlsâ families killed because they were vampires? That was unconscionable. It reminded her of racial purging. It could not be allowed to continue.
She was struck suddenly with a moment of crystal clarity. If she took the job offered by Emma MacKay, she could work to protect innocent children like Coco and Raquel. And her niece and nephew.
Coco tugged on the sleeve of her cardigan sweater. âAm I bad âcause Iâm mad at Tino?â
âNo, sweetie. Itâs normal to be envious when someone else has what you want for yourself.â
âI really do like him.â Coco sniffled. âI want to be happy for him, but itâs not fair.â
âI know.â Caitlyn stroked the girlâs long black hair. âBut in a strange way, you can be happy that the world isnât fair.â
Raquel stiffened. âBut it should be fair.â
âThink about it,â Caitlyn said softly. âIn a world that was totally fair, everything that happened to you would be because somehow you absolutely deserved it.â
Raquelâs mouth dropped open. âWeâWe didnât deserve it.â
Coco sat up, her eyes wide with horror. âThe bad men came because Iâm bad?â
âNo!â Caitlyn grabbed the girl by the shoulders. âYou are good. You are a sweet, innocent child, and there is no way you could ever deserve what happened.â
Raquel jumped to her feet. âThen why did it happen?â
Tears filled Caitlynâs eyes. âOh, honey, I donât know why thereâs evil in the world. I think it has something to do with free will, so people can decide to be good or bad.â
âI want to be good,â Coco