Craving Control

I follow Declan and the boys back to their room.

“They asked for a haircut, Naiara,” Declan says.

I can feel the weight of what he needs to do to help Zael on his shoulders. I take his hand and pull him to a stop.

“If anyone can do this, Declan, it’s you. You’re the only person I’ve ever met who is so completely dedicated to helping these kids,” I tell him.

I watch the war in his eyes, and a momen