Chapter 912 A Fragile Hope

• She never would've guessed it would be Ivanka—the quiet, plain-looking girl in a simple white dress.
• Before the apocalypse, the two of them would've never even crossed paths, not in a hundred lifetimes. Then again, she and Harrison were no different. Maybe that was the strange thing about fate—it worked in ways no one could predict.
• When they returned this time, the sweltering heat was gone, replaced by the crisp, clear air of autumn. Both people and crops had long adapted to the unpredictable climate. Life was slowly becoming brighter, smiles appearing more often on people's faces. Every household had been allotted a piece of land, and most had already begun farming for themselves.