"I never wanted that." I said so Marisol rested one hand on my shoulder.
"Neither did Knox." She said.
The comparison left me unexpectedly quiet.
Outside, motorcycles continued arriving with additional supplies while volunteers reinforced the final defensive positions. The entire property moved with organized determination instead of fear.
Even the prospects carried themselves differently. Pup jogged toward me carrying a box of handheld radios.
"Where do these go?" He asked and I pointed toward the watchtower.
"Half upstairs and the rest stay in church." I said.
"You got it." He said.
He never questioned the instruction. He simply trusted it. The realization settled heavily inside me and Knox found me near sunset while I finished marking another security rotation.
He quietly lean
