The Apology

The chaotic stampede of small feet hits the kitchen before I can process Alpha Titus's strange panic. The orphans flood the room, a tangle of limbs, morning voices, and demanding stomachs. I shove my suspicions about Ryker and Titus into a mental box and plaster on a smile. My morning blurs into a whirlwind of serving breakfast, wiping faces, and breaking the bad news: no official training for the