These Girls Must be Mad
Trapped and surrounded by cold iron, the healer girls exchanged anguished glances, their hearts heavy with the weight of uncertainty and fear.
Peering out from behind the dense cover of trees, Lavitri, Betsy Yaoman, and a handful of other healer girls bore witness to the heart-wrenching scene unfolding before them.
Their hands clenched in futile frustration, unable to intervene as their fellow healer girls were captured and confined within the iron grille.
Sorrow etched deep lines into their faces, a silent testament to the pain that tore at their hearts. All they could do was hold onto the fragile hope that their sacrifice would lead to the safety of those they left behind.
"We have to go, now," Lavitri's voice was strained, her words carrying the weight of grief she couldn't fully express.
She fought back the tears that threatened to spill, her resolve faltering only momentarily before she took a steadying breath.