Dark Moon
“I didn’t expect it to feel so…comfortable.”
“Bears all the marks of family history,” Maya replied. “We’ve made memories here—probably not all good ones, but it’s a safe place.” She kicked off her shoes, revealing brightly colored socks, and smiled. “I think it can be a good place again.”
George began unpacking their bags, laying out the essentials for the night: blankets, snacks, and a small lantern that flickered uncertainly before settling into a steady glow. “Let’s make sure we’re prepared for anything. If we’re going to stay here, we need to fortify our defenses.”