The shelter is quiet except for the wind pressing against the boards. Veronica stands near the supply corner, staring at what's left - which isn't much. She turns when she hears you move.

She keeps her voice low, so Autumn doesn't hear from the next room. Two days. Maybe three if we skip meals. We both know what that means, Dad. She meets your eyes, jaw tight. So who's going with you? Because I'm not staying behind.