Friday: Fire
That night, a strange heat hangs in the air, making it difficult to sleep. Sam stirs restlessly, whispering to Jas, “Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”
Hours later, Ivy Mae jolts awake to the smell of smoke. “Fire!” she shouts, shaking Roman.
Panic spreads as flames lick the edge of their camp. Embers rain down, carried by the wind. The older kids scramble to gather supplies while Maria holds the youngest child close.
“We need to move—now!” David yells.