Monday: A Moment of Comfort
The house felt like a sanctuary. Roman had started a small fire in the hearth, and Ivy Mae was chopping potatoes for a stew. Jas leaned back in a chair, a towel wrapped around their damp hair after a much-needed bath.
“Feels like an Airbnb,” Jas said with a small laugh. “Like one of those rustic places you’d rent for the weekend and pretend you’re living off the grid.”
“Except we are off the grid,” Roman said, stirring the pot. “And the reviews wouldn’t be great.”
“Five stars for surviving the apocalypse,” Ivy Mae quipped.
They all chuckled, the tension of the past weeks momentarily forgotten. Miracle lay by the fire, the cat curled up beside him, purring softly.