By midday, the south wing had doors again.Not all of them.Three still leaned against the corridor wall waiting for hinges, and someone had painted a large red cross over the room where the ceiling was still unsafe. But twelve rooms had been cleared.Nine had beds.Seven had families waiting.Vivian stood in the middle of the corridor with a key ring in one hand and three lists in the other.“You’re smiling,” I said.“I am not.”“You are.”“I have keys.”“That is apparently very exciting.”“It is when people have been sleeping on floors.”Fair.Workers moved around us carrying folded blankets, small tables and whatever furniture had survived the attack. The air smelled of sawdust and fresh plaster instead of smoke.Maren came through the open doorway behind us, hair tied back and sleeves rolled to her forearms.Her eyes moved over the repaired wall, the windows and the stack of bedding near room four.“How many are moving in?”“Seven households today,” Vivian said. “More tomorrow if
최신 업데이트 : 2026-09-23
