Reivas

Previously

…I looked at the clean beds, the quiet light. For the first time in days, I felt safe. "Yes," I said. "We can stay." But as I settled the children into beds, I noticed something on the screen. A single dot pulsing red, far to the north. Not a child. Something else. I didn't say anything. Not yet. We had found a haven. But the map was not finished. Outside, the sun set, and the chapel cast a long shadow. In the bunker, we slept, all four of us, under the watch of a screen that held more secrets than we knew. And in my dreams, I heard the howl again—faint, distant, but waiting. Tomorrow, I thought. Tomorrow we would look at the map. Tomorrow we would decide. But tonight, we rested.