A nurse asked where they had been found, whether I had seen anyone with them, and whether I knew their ages.

“Very young,” I said.

“I don’t have birth records.”

She wrote that down without turning it into a more certain answer.

Elena handed over the assessment times and readings.

The receiving team repeated the important information back to her.

Whatever the boy needed next, it would be decided by people who knew how to treat him.

I moved away from the doorway.