C327 A MOTHER'S WORD

"You have the same way of holding your chin," Martha said, her voice cracking like dry wood. "Your mother stood just like that when the raiders came. She didn't cry. She just looked at them as if they were already dead."

Aria felt a lump form in her throat. She stepped closer to the old woman, her boots clicking on the dusty tiles of the hospital basement. "Tell me everything. Please