Some things never change. Nadia looked up at the full moon, brilliantly white. The same full moon lit up the dark roads all those years ago as she held Mama's hand fearfully. Sobbing for her murdered Papa.
Black dust stained her fingers where they trailed along the charred remains of a school desk.
They rolled in traffic past an ambulance stuck on the side of the road, steam hissing from under its bonnet.