FAYE
Later that evening, I lay across the bed in my room with one arm tucked beneath my head, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts continued circling around the same questions.
I had been trying to relax for almost an hour, but my mind refused to settle.
Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself going over the information my father and Elder Vincent had given me.
The possibility of war.
I turned onto my side and stared at the curtains drawn across the window.
How did shipments simply disappear? That was the part I couldn't stop thinking about.
A shipment wasn't something that could vanish without leaving some kind of trail. There were people responsible for preparing it, people who loaded it, guards who accompanied it, drivers or handlers who moved it, and people at the receiv
