"Emily's Signal"
(Emily's POV)
The quiet of the base felt different after Chandler returned. His truck had brought the convoy home, supplies were stacked, Mara's group was settling in, and yet—somewhere beneath it all—Emily's mind wouldn't stop moving.
She slipped into the medical wing, careful not to disturb anyone. Her stomach was warm beneath her hand, the baby rolling gently as if sensing the tension in the room. She pressed her forehead to the countertop for a moment, taking a slow breath.
She wasn't supposed to—Chandler would tease her—but she needed to check in.
The radio lay waiting, a small, handheld unit she had kept plugged in during the day. She had memorized the channels, the frequencies Mara's group used, the subtle crackle that meant someone was on the line.
"Power pla
