As I turned back, I gazed at the hilltop where the labour camp used to stand, burning bright with flames that rose unto the night sky and lit it like a giant torch.
A fire is rising.
The night had swallowed most of us now. The dim reflection of the moonlight in the lake and the sounds gave away the crowd. Our men helped the traumatized people, giving them water and food for the journey ahead, and blankets to cover them from the cold of the Highlands.
I noticed Caleb sitting by the river, arms leaned on his knees, staring into the night sky.
Drones would be here any minute, and there was no way they would overlook such a crowd of people.
“Caleb, we need to go now…”
“She’s not here,” he interrupted. His voice sounded lost. “None of them are.”
The rain had stopped. I stood next to him,
