Back at the hideout, the noise of the day’s success had faded into the quiet routine of cleaning and storing what little supplies remained. Shihab was meticulously checking their medical kit when Ayham walked in, looking tired but satisfied.
“We did good today,” Ayham said, dropping his empty pack by the door. “Karam and I found a few small families hiding in the old market ruins. Gave them the last of the meals. You should have seen their faces, Shihab. They couldn’t believe it.”
Shihab offered a small, weary smile. “That’s good. Really good.” But the smile didn’t reach his eyes, and his movements were slow, weighed down.
Ayham watched his older brother for a moment, his own cheerful mood dimming. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Okay. What’s wrong? You’ve got that look.
