The cabin looked like it had been abandoned mid-century and forgotten by time. Warped wood, rusted hinges, a roof that sagged in the middle like a broken spine. But it had four walls and a door that still locked.

Good enough.

Mikael kicked the door open, rifle up, sweeping the interior. Empty. Just dust, cobwebs, and the faint smell of rot. He nodded once. "Clear."

They stumbled inside. Eva collapsed onto a moldy couch, her arms shaking so hard she could barely hold Sophia. The baby was quiet ...