Chapter 163

• Weeks later...
• "Little one, these are the last ones I found," Thomas approached me and hugged me from behind, handing me the sanitary towels. My face flushed. "Are they okay like this?"
• "Thomas, I told you I would go," I reproached him, turning to face him. "You're embarrassing me," I playfully slapped his face. I grabbed the shopping cart and placed the towels in it. We had a lot of things, including meat for grilling, sodas, some liquors, among others. Today was my birthday, in the past few weeks we hadn't received any threats and we hadn't even seen Clark lurking around. We hadn't heard anything about Rafael either. There was no mention of any deaths in the news.