A day ago, they’d been living in a shipping container filled with filthy slaves under the constant threat of rape or death, with barely anything to eat or drink between terrors. They’d escaped Hell, and found their way to a home in The City. Now, barely a sunrise later, Ben and Becca were smiling while reading the few tattered books that Jazz had managed to scavenge. Teagan took his hand. “Come on.” Brent looked from the children to Teagan. “Where are we going?” “Upstairs. For some privacy.” “Oh, okay,” Brent said, wondering if Teagan wanted to do what he didn’t think she possibly would want to do for a long time. They went upstairs, leaving Jazz and Emily downstairs with the children. Upstairs, her face grew more serious. “Are you okay?” Brent nodded. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt worse, or at least less optimistic. They were home but far from safe. Mary was possibly missing, and the aliens were a constant threat, along with the Reaper. Still, he sure as shit wasn’t about to whine. “We’re okay,”
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