Then a more disturbing thought crossed Chel’s mind. What is Trasik going to do to these kids? Chel’s face contorted as a few horrific possibilities presented themselves. Then, she realized that the little girl was mimicking her expressions. Chel forced a smile, pushing the frightening scenes in her head aside.
“Hello.” Chel ventured gently.
“She doesn’t talk.” One of the boys spoke up.
“We tried everything.” They spoke in unison.
“Not a word.” The other finished.