-Amy POV-
Morning comes. I am still me. Barely.
Connor and I head to the dining room. He insisted that I stay in and have breakfast in my room but I want to spend my days with everyone.
When we enter the kitchen, everyone is there already.
The room is lively as they all talk, laugh, and eat. All except for Marco who leans on the good wall with a coffee mug in hand and a pensive yet sad expression. He looks out to the yard from in between the tarp that hangs on the broken wall. The one that was destroyed when Orion attacked us here.
Yeah, the kitchen wall to the outside is still destroyed.
I smile at the scene as I take my seat with Connor.
"How are you feeling today?" Marco asks.
I would like to say better but I can't.
"Same." I say instead.
I slept well but only because Conn
