The house buzzed with quiet activity, every movement purposeful, every breath heavy with the weight of what lay ahead. Mia stood near the dining table, watching as the group went about their final preparations. The hum of whispered conversations filled the room, interspersed with the faint clink of equipment being checked and double-checked.
Matt and Andrew hovered by the corner, discussing the details of the security system, while Sarah and Grant quietly packed the last of the supplies. Mikee sat on the couch, her eyes darting between the map spread out on the coffee table and the pile of gear beside her, her face a mix of determination and fear.
Mia knew what Mikee must be thinking, and she wishes she could soothe her best friend's thoughts and reassure her. But she wasn't alone in her worry.
