Eliza's POVSpring came early that year.The garden burst into bloom roses, lavender, the sapling Dmitri had planted now tall enough to cast a small shadow. The children ran through the grass, their laughter echoing off the house, their faces brighter than they'd been in months.Maya was the first to ask about school."I want to learn things," she said one morning, sitting beside me on the bench. "Real things. Not just what Vera taught us.""What do you want to learn?""Everything. Math. Science. History. How to be normal."I looked at her. Twelve years old. Brilliant. Hungry for a world she'd been denied."Then we'll find you a school."Her face lit up. "Really?""Really."The SearchFinding a school wasn't easy.The children had no records. No transcripts. No proof they existed. They'd been hidden from the world for years, and the world didn't know how to make room
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