“This sure is some prime real estate, Jack,” Erin whispered. There was an eerie, yet reverent awe to her voice.
“We’re as far away from the front lines as we could be. It’s safe here.” Jack hoped this was true. The fighting had gotten dangerously close to their home, and he didn’t want the boys to live that way.
“How long?” Erin asked.
Jack noticed a note of worry in her voice. “I’m sorry, Erin.”
“No, don’t be, Jack. This place is beautiful. It is full of imagination. It’s just, the lack of sunlight is going to get to me in a little while, maybe a few weeks. On the plus side, it is cool down here. Much better than it was up top. I just don’t know how long I can stand it. I’ll start getting weird dreams, and after a while, I won’t be able to sleep.”
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