Pierce waved off the apologies with the cigarette-holding hand, and then he took a drag a second later. "It's not your fault, Nate. I know you did the best you could do with finding families for them."
He sucked the cigarette down to the embers - obviously stressed - and flicked the remains into the ashtray. "Yes, both of them. I kept tabs on them, mostly just where they were, I've never met them obviously. Except for the girl, Olivia. I met her the other night. The boy calls himself Simon now. Apparently he's close friends with Harrison." It was time for another cigarette, so he flicked the lighter and set the cancer stick ablaze immediately. Even the first puff didn't calm him like it usually did.