Moira's POV

The Alpha office smells like leather and old wood. I settle into one of the chairs across from the massive desk while Logan and Lucas sort through stacks of papers—reconstruction plans, housing assignments, budget reports.

"Western district housing should be done by next month." Logan slides a blueprint toward Lucas. "Families can start moving back in."

Lucas scans it, nods. "Dr. Flynn hired two more nurses last week. Medical ...