Jacob squeezes his wife's hand when he sees her open her mouth, but even he can't help asking "Our children? They're..." He falls speechless, stunned.

His wife does not.

"They're children." She exhales sharply and shakes her head. "They're children, and they're starving. You're telling me to let my children starve?"

Jacob tries to stop her, but Heather shakes her hand free from his grip and crosses her arms over her chest. She stares into Isidor's face and demands, "If that's what you mean, then let me hear you say it. Tell me to my face: Let your children starve."