“What do you think your father is going to choose?” Jack asked. They were at Joanne’s again, fleeing the ruckus that surrounded their families right now.
Meira could not seem to wrap her mind around it. The Volbrachts were on their way to Silver Hill? They were building an army? The Owens were preparing to fight said army? It all seemed surreal, something out of a science fiction novel. She longed for the days where things were normal, where they did not have a war looming over their heads. Ignorance truly was bliss, it seemed.
“I don’t think he’s going to get involved until he absolutely has to,” Meira admitted.
“John Volbracht will force his hand, you know,” Jack said. “He’s not afraid to scare us into following him.”
His gaze was distant. Meira was not certain how to reassure hi
