Vicente's reaction was explosive. He let out a string of curses so foul and loud that his men stepped back so as not to incur his anger. He kicked the side of his SUV, leaving a small dent. "How?!" he roared. "How does anyone sane do that to children? The apocalypse has made monsters of us all in a way, but this? This is sickness!" He and Victoria had been trying to have children for years, but it always ended in heartbreaking miscarriages.
They had finally given up in the previous year and made a plan to adopt. But that was when the apocalypse struck, crushing that dream ruthlessly. Now, there were too many homeless children littered on the streets. Rather than adopt one, Victoria had set aside a large area in a former retirement home for them.
If he had known that someone was killing children in this orphanage which was supposed to be abandoned, he would have personally led the rescue team and broken Fifi Quinn's bones before handing her off to Fortress four.
