Logan

“There you are!” Mother said, nearly frantic as we walked through the front doors of the Compound. “We have a million things to do—”

“And we will do them,” I cut her off. “Mother, we had to take care of something important or else we would have been here.”

She nodded, her pleasant demeanor returning. “Is everything alright, dear?”

I nodded, returning her smile. “Everything’s fine. Now, what can we do? We were just on our way up ...