6 p.m.

I hear an alarm. Is that how they call people to eat? There is a knock at my door. It’s Brooke.

“We are gathering early tonight. I do not know why. Are you ready?” she asks.

I gather myself quickly. She puts something in my pocket. She whispers “protection” I nod my head.

I put on a smile and follow her out the door. As we go down the steps I see a familiar face. It’s Camilla Dawn. I run to her.

“I have been so worried about you,” I tell her.

“I am fine. I came home to be with my family. I am sorry I did...