Lee’s mouth was ajar. It seemed as if it wasn’t hinged properly, as if he had an underbite that never righted itself over time. If Kerri hadn’t known him since birth, she would have guessed it had been this way all along. But his smiles had always been far brighter and bigger than her own. In the photo that would be plastered all over newspapers with them and Layla, Lee’s smile had been so large it could make any onlooker forget any knowledge of what would happen to them all. When the press blurred their faces since they were still minors, Kerri had been relieved—but also saddened. With Lee’s smile gone, the photo was just of Layla, a tense and fraught expression on her face. Layla had already been part of the survivalist movement when she met Amos; she’d eagerly taken on the role of their
