I close my eyes and, not trusting myself to say anything else on the matter, I ask the second question burning a hole in my mind: "What about Monique? Any word from her?"
Uncle Alex shakes his head. "No word on if she reached a bunker. We've reached out to all of them at least once a day. They've even done several headcounts to see if she and her family slipped by, and they had pictures of them, too. Nobody’s seen them. We have nothing, Jaqk."
"Can I try and call her again?"
"I...Jaqk, I don't think it'll make a difference."
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