At dawn, the rain started to ease up.
Many wagons had gathered in front of the police box outside the street of St. Paolo School.
Torti and Reed's death spread like wildfire across the city before the day even got bright. It made the parents who sent their children to St. Paolo worried sick.
Especially when an explosion went off near St. Paolo at night, the parents couldn't sit back anymore.
They rode their wagons to the school and hoped to take their children back home, even though Sister Moni repeatedly emphasized and guaranteed that the school was safe, it was useless.
The elderly sister couldn't dissuade the persistent parents.
"You're not helping?"
Standing in front of the small chapel, John saw the parents covering their kids as they went off in a hurry and he asked Kieran who was drawing something on the muddy ground beside him.
