Chapter 21
Brea's heart raced as she flicked through the channels, her eyes scanning each news segment with growing dread. Reports of people falling ill and exhibiting bizarre behaviour had been cropping up sporadically across the country, dismissed by most as isolated cases of rabies. But Brea knew better. She had seen firsthand the horrors unleashed by the organization they had narrowly escaped from. "They're covering it up," she muttered to herself, frustration and fear intertwining in her voice. "They're trying to keep it quiet." The muted boy emerged from the bathroom, his small frame engulfed in the oversized hotel robe. His expression was unreadable, yet Brea could sense the weight of their situation mirrored in his eyes. He quietly held out his soiled clothes, a silent plea for her to care
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