Chapter 13

Two days earlier, a new mother and child had moved into the chronically short-staffed shelter, sending the helpers into round-the-clock overdrive as they cut back on sleep just to handle the extra workload. Inwoo, who had gotten reasonably comfortable caring for the baby, set alarms at two-hour intervals and handled all the middle-of-the-night feedings himself. He was leaving the shelter soon anyway, so this was something he needed to get used to regardless. That morning, after a night that had been exhausting and rewarding in equal measure, he had drifted off for a bit. He thought it had only been a brief nap, but when he opened his eyes, the baby’s body was burning hot, and layers of dried projectile