Chapter 21 Under The Skin
- The new refuge was in the French Alps. An old cabin, wood weathered by winters no one counted. It had no satellite connection, no external electricity, no signal. Only wood fire, the crackle of timber expanding with heat, and the echo of our thoughts bouncing off bare walls.
- Outside, everything was snow and wind.
- Inside… it was just the two of us. And the war we carried within.