Kale and Talia shifted in their chairs. The bodies of refugees from the forest took time to adjust to the hard wooden surfaces available for sitting in Etonia. They had not put in the time to make that transition yet. It had only been a week...
Sanem's heart raced as she hurried down the ladder to her grandmother's bed. She had never heard her call out like that at night before. Her grandmother's resolve and resilience seemed limitless. But her call shook Sanem.
Grandma Nuray sat in the dirt of her garden, welcoming her company. The tomatoes had grown tall on wooden frames. Chives, oregano, and catnip were spaced along the base of the tomatoes.
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