INT. - ST. MARY'S UNDERCROFT - MORNING
Gerri allowed the last of the families to leave, her gaze on the center of Kinsey's back. Her friend had turned away ages ago, staring up and out the basement window as child after child recounted the same story. Long after she apologized at least half a dozen times for getting the meaning of the symbol wrong. It wasn't Kinsey's fault part of the damned thing was missing in the first place. But, Gerri understood her self-recrimination, because she'd beat herself up just the same in Kinsey's position, no matter the truth of the situation.
She let her friend stew as the kids spoke.
Two of the autistic kids managed to share enough Gerri had a solid idea of what happened. And how.
Something in their juice box at snack time took away the rest of their
