Sonja
While hurrying downstairs of the pack house, I noticed Marie and immediately rushed over to her.
“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice trembled with panic.
“We are under attack. I’m supposed to get the vulnerable ones to the safe room,” I alerted.
Before she could respond, an older woman rushed towards us.
“Sonja, this is Gertrude, the head cook,” Marie introduced the woman.
“Hello, Sonja. I couldn’t help but overhear you two talking. Marie and I can make sure everyone gets to the safe room,” she offered, but I didn’t know her. My eyes met Marie’s, and she nodded, silently conveying her trust in Gertrude. Even though I knew trust had to be earned, I instinctively nodded in agreement because of my unwavering trust in Marie.
“Thank you, Gertrude,” I whispered before swiftly t
