The safe house was an old farmhouse about forty klicks south of the cabin. Sat low in a valley where the snow didn’t hit as hard. Resistance had fixed it up years back. Stocked it. Left it ready in case someone needed to disappear fast.
Mikal chose it. Said it was good enough for the kids. Liv agreed. Kael didn’t argue. Just started hauling supplies inside.
The plan was simple. Drop them off. Make sure they had heat, food, someone steady. Then we leave. Back to the Marlin. Back to the fight.
That was the plan.
Then the kids started talking.
Maja still didn’t say much. Mostly watched. But it wasn’t fear. It was focus. Like she was studying the world. Taking notes.
Lars stayed close to Borealis. Didn’t speak unless spoken to. But when he did, it was always a question. He wanted things
