“Do not cry,”

She was knelt down behind a short stone wall, her hands covering her face as she let out quiet sobs, her long blond hair falling over her shoulders and helping cover her small face.

He peeked around the corner and looked at her, soon walking over to sit with the little girl.

“Still sad?” he asked quietly, making her pause her sobs to nod, “Do not cry, Catrina. Do not cry for those whos suffering has already ended.”

With those words he stood, leaving her looking through her hands at the cracked stone ground, silent tears streaming down her cheeks still. She reflected on the advice her boss had given, rethinking the event that had taken place twenty-seven hours before.