"Everyone calm down." Uncle Marcus's voice cut through the rising panic. He'd been so quiet I'd almost forgotten he was there.
"Panicking won't help anyone," he said, glancing around.
He moved to me first, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Breathe, child. We're not there yet.”
Brianna was sobbing and shaking in fear. She could see death was coming for all of us.
Steven immediately went to her, pulling her into a side hug as she began to cry openly.
"It's okay, Bri. We'll figure this out. I promise." He shushed her soothingly.
I looked at them. I wasn’t part of the we that got protected, that got consoled. I thought bitterly. We. Not me. I was the problem that needed to be solved.
She buried herself in his embrace, weeping uncontrollably. Elder Benson walked up behind them and
