The certainty in Andrew's voice was a lifeline Mia desperately wanted to believe in, but her mind still spun. What if they hadn't gotten out? What if Ramirez hadn't warned them in time? What if they hadn't found each other at the shore? The questions crowded her mind, each one heavier than the last.
Claire sat across from them, hugging her knees to her chest. She looked small, almost fragile in the dim light. Matt sat beside her, rubbing a hand up and down her back in slow, reassuring motions. Claire's eyes were glazed, fixed on some distant point across the water. She looked like she was still trying to process everything—being back in the house, walking through the den, seeing all the places she once loved now twisted by fear.
