After our victory, everyone was working tirelessly to establish order and begin the process of rebuilding our society. I threw myself into the work, eager to help in any way I could.
One morning, about a week after we'd taken control, I was helping to organize supplies in what used to be the Governor's grand dining room. Jason was working alongside me, and we'd fallen into a comfortable rhythm.
"Hey, Bella," Jason said, breaking the companionable silence. "Do you ever wonder what might have happened if we'd never met? If you'd never been kidnapped and brought here?"
I paused, a can of beans in my hand. "Sometimes," I admitted. "But then I think about all the good we've done, all the people we've helped. And I can't regret it, you know?"
Jason nodded, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, I
