Chapter Forty-ThreeThe woman dropped the phone on the sofa in growing frustration, her stomach churning as a tumult of thoughts ran through her mind. She ran a hand through her long brown hair as footsteps approached from the hallway. “Still nothing,” she huffed as the youth leaned against the door jamb, his dark wavy hair matching his mother's.
“So, what do we do, Mum?”
Vicky stood up, pacing the cosy lounge as Jasper looked on. “I don't know, love. We've been ordered to stay inside. You've seen the news. The latest death toll is in the hundreds of thousands. And it's only been a day since the outbreak.” She looked at her son, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, her heart thumping rapidly.
“You think…”
She cut him off, not wanting to hear his words. “I don't know. They were in B
