Koda hadn’t let go of me since the convoy. Kid was glued to my chest like I was the last safe thing in a world full of monsters. I didn’t blame him. After what he’d been through, I’d have done the same.
Luca drove. Didn’t say much. Just kept his eyes on the road while I kept mine on the boy in my arms. Koda was asleep now, breath soft, fingers tangled in my shirt like he was afraid I’d vanish.
We rolled into the warehouse slow. No sirens. No chaos. Just the low hum of tires and the weight of everything we’d dragged out of the dark.
At the intake station, Mama Red was already waiting—clipboard in hand, eyes sharp. GreenLee stood beside her, calm and steady like always.
They saw us and moved in.
“Let’s get him checked out,” Mama Red said gently, reaching for Koda.
He woke instantly.
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