JUNE;
My phone buzzed on the tiny foam mattress that held my body. The springs of the bunker squealed under me as I turned, stretching just enough to grab it.
It was Mom. Finally, the network coverage had steadied for a while. Her voice came through warm and cheerful, the sound of her munching on something in the background; she was already having breakfast.
“Goodness gracious! I’ve been trying to reach you for decades now… What village did they take my baby to?” She exaggerated.
“Good morning, Mom,” I greeted, yawning lazily.
“Morning, sweetheart. Just checking if you’re settled in. How’s the cabin? Did you sleep well?” She asked.
“Yeah, Mom. It’s nice here. It’s… Peaceful. There’s a beautiful lake out here. And the vicinity looks nothing like the beautiful chaos we’ve been subje
