“Mama! Mama!” Amara cries when she sees me, reaching her arms out to be held and I pick her up, almost instinctively, before planting a kiss to the side of her head.
“It’s just a little bit dark, don’t worry baby.”
My attention is still turned to the people in the room, as I’m making a mental placement chart.
I nod to Salene and Lottie. At least everyone is accounted for.
“Alright then. We’re safe, but I want you all to keep a spare water bottle and a blanket with you. For now, this construction holds and it’s safer in here than it would be out there, but if something changes, we need to be able to evacuate in fifteen. The meeting point is in this room.”
There’s a room full of worried and wet people and anything I have to say is only going to make it worse, but I have something that might, at least for an hour, take the edge off, so I make my way to the pile of stuff I’ve rescued from the kitchen with Lottie’s help and with my free hand, reach for the camping cooker.
Now I’m glad we never tossed the thing out. It’s dusty, but it’s in working order - or at least it was the last time, when Jack cooked beans on it.
“Anyone got recipes for disaster dinners?”
Brayden watches his mother organizing things, the grownups keep talking and he shakes his head in disbelief: “Dad’s not even here! I can’t believe she’s forgetting about him!”