YELENA

It had been one week since the attack.

Seven days.

Seven long nights of checking every shadow twice. Of waking up at the smallest sound. Of breathing in the air before stepping outside just to make sure no strange scent was hiding close by.

Nyra and Evelyn were recovering well. Nyra’s cheek had almost returned to normal, the swelling gone, only a faint mark left behind like a reminder of how close we came to losing her.

The clinic was still a mess, but it was coming back to life ...