He glanced at her behind their backs. He expected to see fear and confusion, but he was looking for another emotion.
There it was. Suspicion.
They had been forced to practice for weeks. Dragged from their beds to head into the bunker, leaving behind unnecessary items. It had taken Mae weeks to finally leave without her dolls.
They hadn’t heard any bombs or seen any lights as they crossed the garden, but their parents insisted that this time it was real.
One hundred days and counting. He felt for the penknife in his pocket. Nodded at Mae.
She nodded back.
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