Chapter 22
- “That’s the last of it.”
- Anna’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion. She held up the empty can of beans, the metal scraping as she dropped it into a makeshift trash pile.
- We all looked at the meager collection of food spread out on a dusty crate in the center of the pumping station. A few protein bars, a half-empty bag of rice, and a handful of wrinkled vegetables from Yara’s small garden.