KAIA
I stare at the moon through Vincent's bedroom window, my knees pulled to my chest. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:47 AM. I haven't slept. Can't sleep.
Every time I close my eyes, I see that mother's face. The one who lost her seven-year-old son. The raw hatred in her eyes when she looked at me.
Forty-seven dead. Twelve children.
And the number keeps climbing in my head, even though I know that's all of them. My brain won't stop adding imaginary bodies to the count. What about the next attack? And the one after that?
Vincent left for the packhouse right after we talked earlier, coordinating housing and medical care for the refugees. I wanted to help, but Talia convinced me it would do more harm than good. The sight of me might push someone over the edge.
So I came here. To h
