Three days after the rescues, the sanctuary was bursting at the seams.
I stood in the main hall, Hope strapped to my chest in her carrier, while I tried to coordinate housing assignments for the eight new arrivals. Mara sat in the corner with Dr. Sarah, still processing her escape. Two of the other women were in counseling sessions with Riley. The remaining five were scattered throughout the compound, wide-eyed and jumpy, flinching at every sudden sound.
"We need to convert the old storage building," Luna said, appearing at my elbow with a clipboard. "We're out of guest rooms."
"Do it." I shifted Hope slightly, her small hand curling against my chest. "And see if any of the established residents would be willing to take roommates temporarily."
"Already asked. Maya and Iris volunteered.
