I closed the door and slumped back to the bed, feeling my eyes close instantly.

This is just a dream, Kira. It will all be over soon…

Except it wasn’t. When I woke up the next day, it was too good to be true. Or not.

Mark was already waiting by the door with a food tray in hand.

“Here’s your food,” said Mark, smiling at me. “The food is at the packhouse, and I think you are not ready to face the others yet.”

This is what I hadn’t experienced compared to the time I lived in my father's and step mothers house.

I guess I shouldn’t judge my...