More children stood nearby, each one holding a single rose carefully in their hands while they waited for their turn, and even though every face carried a different story, there was one thing all of them shared.
Gratitude sat so clearly in their eyes that it was impossible to miss.
Some of them looked nervous, like they still were not sure whether this was all real or whether they would wake up back in that nightmare again.
Some looked shy, holding their flowers tightly against their chests while they glanced at her from beneath lowered lashes, and some still carried that haunted look that came from surviving something no child should ever have had to endure, but every single one of them looked at Seraphine like she had given them their lives back.
