Raven’s POV The mornings were different now,they weren't quieter or safer but just more honest. There was no pretending the world outside had changed, but inside we knew we had. The air in the house felt denser, not with fear but with something that almost resembled purpose. I started waking before the sun and not because I expected danger. That was new.I started building a shelf,a small one for books. The wood was uneven, the brackets didn’t align, and Elias said it was crooked. Matteo inspected it like it was an architectural marvel then declared it had “character.” Brio jumped on it the second it was stable enough to hold a loaf of bread, curled up in the sun patch like he’d commissioned the damn thing. I left it as it was as it didn’t have to be perfect. It just had to be ours.On Tuesdays, Matteo and Elias walked to the town’s library. They brought back books on history, woodworking, and something Elias called “space poetry,” which seemed to be about moons feeling things. “You
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