I don't even flinch as the sirens wake me.
I lazily sit up in bed as soldiers yell and the world beyond my door descends into chaos. I expected nothing less and care even less.
Two days ago, just outside of Winnipeg, a massive pile-up of evacuating civilians was reported. Twenty-five cars smashed into each other, blocking every corner of the street. Sometimes, the cars couldn't stop. Sometimes, they didn't.
Uncle Alex and I spent most of our night looking into Canadian traffic accidents after Siron's brief awakening. Once he knew where to look, it didn't take him long to locate Monique and her mother.
The last time I saw her, I left her in tears, and he found he...
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