Paige's POV
The clubhouse stopped feeling like a temporary shelter after the third morning.
It became a home.
Several families had moved in because nobody wanted to risk sending children back to houses that were scattered across town while the Black Reapers were still active, and the clubhouse had enough secure rooms, food, and people to keep everyone together.
The children adapted faster than the adults did.
They turned the common room into a classroom, spread laptops across tables, and complained about internet connections instead of worrying about gunfire.
Emma had organized a schedule for online school, and Sophia had somehow convinced six children that completing their assignments was more exciting than playing video games.
I had no idea how she had managed that.
“Did everyone
