Marco lay awake in his bed, listening to a mouse chew on something in the wall or in the room next door. He chuckled as he thought about the holes chewed in clothing belonging to others in the group. Even with that bit of humor, Marco could not shake the feeling he had. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something felt off about the night.
He sighed as he tossed his covers back and sat up in bed. Marco needed to check on the children. Since their arrival, he had been checking on them every hour during the day and every two hours at night to ensure they were doing well. He sighed again as he stood and quickly dressed. Marco knew he would not sleep until he went downstairs and checked on the children one last time.
Marco crept from his room into the hallway and toward the kitchen. He th
