Chapter 28

It must be said, Lucas's plan was nearly flawless.

No one would want to come into contact with the medical waste from Ebola patients.

Even less would they imagine that people were hidden inside.

Each time, we could transport two children.

The transport truck would make one stop along the way, where members of a humanitarian organization would transfer the children.

Half a month later, only the last two children from that batch remained.

They were the oldest, a brother and sister pair.

The brother was named Fintan, and the sister was called Mary.

On the day the transport truck was coming to take them away, Lucas was in high spirits.

He said to me once again, "Thank you, Vivienne."

I didn't respond, only gripping his hand tightly.

We could almost see the dawn of victory.

We even started celebrating in advance.

The two children performed an Irish jig for us, a traditional dance from their tribe.

Lucas prepared a meal for them that could only be described as lavish.