The quiet unease that had settled over the apartment didn't sit well with anyone. Cara's sudden appearance had introduced a new variable to their already precarious existence, and it was clear that they were inching closer to something big—something that could either be their salvation or their undoing.
Mallory paced the living room, her arms crossed. "So let me get this straight. This Cara woman, who we don't know from a hole in the ground, now knows we exist, knows where we're scrounging for supplies, and has decided we're her new errand boys?"
"Essentially, yes," Alex said, trying to suppress a smirk.
"Fantastic," Mallory deadpanned. "What's next? We clean her gutters and mow her lawn?"
Harper snorted, but Greg stepped in before the conversation could devolve further. "Look, we need to be careful, but having a potential ally—or at least someone neutral—could be useful. Cara's group might have resources we need."
