Claire POV
We pulled into the open area in front of the next mobile clinic near dawn.
I yawned as the small convoy of trucks came to a stop outside the tall canvas tents that served as a woodland clinic. We’d been driving all night since we left the last one, and had a few close calls with rogues along the way.
All I wanted was to unload supplies, get any updates and reports, then fall face first into my sleeping bag.
I’d been basically living on the road for a while now. The constant moving around, the ever-present threat of violence from roaming bands of rogues - it was beginning to take its toll.
And yet I also felt this incredible sense of purpose every single day. Like I was exactly where I needed to be, doing the work I was meant to do with my life.
Sometimes it felt like the
