A week and a day after we arrived at the Page home, we walked away from it.
Silent tears slipped down Charlotte’s face as we loaded everything we could into her full-size van. It was packed from floor to ceiling, every inch full of clothes, blankets, what food we had left, tools, Quint’s veterinary supplies, books, and family treasures that Charlotte could not leave. We’d gone through all of the water and much of the food brought from Pops and Nonie’s home. Even on a rationed diet we were going through our resources way too fast. We needed to hunt and we needed fresh water. It took a day for Charlotte and Quint to agree on what to bring and what to leave. We all helped pack the van. Eli and Sara were in charge of stacking and organizing to get everything in. They said it was like a life-s
