Chapter 35
Alex drumming his fingers on the ancient wooden desk was the only sound in the quiet apartment. He was careful to tap with the pads of his fingers rather than the nails to keep it that way, though he wasn’t quite sure why.
The scarred and worn surface had stayed miraculously clear of clutter and toys and papers for days now. Alex was surprised to wish for a mess he could either grumble over or deal with.
Outside the open window, Wolf Branch was unusually still and silent as well. The soft breeze playing over his skin, promising rain later on, explained some of that. But he knew everyone else was preparing for the difficult day when the next group of so-called settlers would leave.
Etan and most of their kids and almost everyone else was out helping today, like they had for t
