Penelope's POV

The pack hall is packed with worried faces. Families line up for emergency supplies. Food, blankets, medical necessities. Everything we lost in the depot fire.

I'm coordinating distribution with Isla and several volunteers. We've been at this for six hours straight.

"Next family," I call out.

A mother with three small children approaches. She looks exhausted and scared.

"What do you need?" I ask gently.

"Everything," she admits. "We had supplies stored at the depot. For winter. ...