It would not be the first time Arianne had gone on an educational trip. When she was younger, only slightly older than the Rochefort twins, she went on one with her mother. It remained one of the few memories she had of her. A memory that brought neither joy nor reprieve.
The bus line moved forward one vehicle at a time, engines running while teachers directed the children toward their assigned buses. A staff member checked each child's name against a printed list.
Arianne felt a slight tug on her sleeve, pulling her thoughts back to the present. She turned to her right and saw Leo looking up at her with a worried expression. They stood in line near the curb of the school parking lot, waiting to board the bus that would take them to their first destination.
