When we reached the Hope Center, we were met by a kind but visibly nervous director.

Gavin presented a provisional court order obtained with the new medical evidence.

The woman tried to refuse, but the moment he mentioned the federal prosecutor’s office, she crumbled.

She led us to an inner garden where several children were playing beneath a large tree.

And that was when I saw him.

A four-year-old boy in a blue shirt, with a small scar above his eyebrow, sat alone assembling a wooden train.