The Home is close, just as he's said, and though he glances back once or twice to make sure the boys are still near, Marcus doesn't otherwise try to usher them along. When they arrive at the front steps, the sign is clearly displayed, which he homes helps ease some of their suspicions. Darrow's Home for Children is right there on the plaque out front and Marcus climbs the steps, then holds open the big front door.
Directly inside, easily seen, is the front desk. There's a receptionist who glances up when the door opens and she smiles brightly to see Marcus. Just beyond her, down the hall, are other children and other workers. One boy is groaning about having to do homework while he's not feeling well. A worker carries a toddler on her hip and she pauses to wave at Marcus as well.
"It's safe here," he promises John and Martin, letting them look at the interior for as long as they need before they're comfortable to come inside. "We'll get things worked out."
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Directly inside, easily seen, is the front desk. There's a receptionist who glances up when the door opens and she smiles brightly to see Marcus. Just beyond her, down the hall, are other children and other workers. One boy is groaning about having to do homework while he's not feeling well. A worker carries a toddler on her hip and she pauses to wave at Marcus as well.
"It's safe here," he promises John and Martin, letting them look at the interior for as long as they need before they're comfortable to come inside. "We'll get things worked out."