Thursday: Picking Up the Pieces
The storm raged through the night, but by morning, the winds had died down, leaving the house intact but rattled.
Roman stood outside, surveying the damage. “Feels like the house barely made it.”
Ivy Mae was inside, sketching the auroras she’d seen, her hands shaking as she tried to capture their otherworldly beauty. Jas stared at the now-silent monitors, as if willing them to come back on.
“I can’t stop thinking about that message,” Jas said. “Good vs. Evil. What does that even mean?”
“Maybe it’s just someone’s idea of a cruel joke,” Roman replied, though he didn’t sound convinced.