“Time for bed, Lorn,” Rebec called out to her six-year-old son.
The boy huffed but picked up his toy and headed in her direction.
“Loccam,” she said anxiously, and her eyes met with those of her husband’s.
He was checking all of the locks in the home, making sure that they were securely in place. His eyes drifted to the large minute counter that was built into the wall. A second misplaced could mean the difference between life and death. Loccam put on a smile that he didn’t feel and nodded to his wife. They were both relatively young, but crows’ feet had begun taking up residence at the corners of her eyes, and his forehead was lined.
While Loccam finished securing the home, Rebec went about setting up the shadow tent that would shield them while they slept. She feared the dark but fea
