The garage was crowded, but somehow, everyone found a way to work around each other.
Then Emma arrived carrying another tray of food.
“You people are going to run out of room.” She said.
“We already have.” I said and she laughed.
“Then I brought more anyway.” She said.
Sophia followed her with two children behind her.
“They wanted to help.” She said and I looked at the children.
“What did you bring?” I asked and one of them held up a paper bag.
“Cookies.” She said and I smiled.
“Then you brought the most important supplies.” I said.
They grinned and carried the bag toward Mia.
Diesel followed them closely, and his presence seemed to calm everyone.
For a little while, the garage felt almost normal. Then a motorcycle engine roared outside and I looked toward the entrance.
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