Nika pulled up the hood of her coat and stayed on watch, with Rex. The wind cut through us.
At first, Andre didn’t say anything, but then it became very obvious that he was hungry: his stomach started to growl. In the end, it was his father who dared to ask him:
“Is that little tummy empty?” he said, with a kind of smile that brightened his wolfish face.
“Yes, well… a little,” the boy answered, his cheeks flushed. “But we don’t have anything.”
That was SO true. Andre wasn’t the only one hungry—I was missing something in my stomach too. And I was thirsty. But you can’t ask for everything in life; I think if I’d only had something to put on makeup with, I would’ve been happy.
Nika spoke then:
“Rex, the one you have there—is that my brother’s backpack?”
“It smells like him, so I assume
