We were completely lost and it felt like our best chance of survival was just to sit around and wait for the next attack to happen. It was a miserable way to live, but we didn't have any other choice. We went right back into the same suffocating routine we had followed before the world fell apart. Luther returned to his work, burying himself in spreadsheets and security feeds until his eyes were bloodshot and his face looked like it was carved out of granite. He became a ghost in his own home, moving through the halls with a silent, deadly focus that made everyone around him jumpy.
As for me, I did exactly what I had to do to survive. I stepped back into the role of being Luther’s wife, playing the part of the refined and composed woman the Grey family expected to see. I spent my days wal
