I glanced around the gathering, my eyes sweeping over the faces I recognized—Kina, her dark hair catching the firelight as she laughed with the other girls.
Vera, her blonde hair wild and tangled, her bronze skin gleaming as she leaned against a stone, her hide wrap clinging to her curves.
Ada, her white hair braided tightly, her strong arms working as she helped butcher the meat, her body moving with the confidence of a woman who knew her worth.
One by one, I named them.
Kina.
Vera.
Ada.
Ruth.
Hina.
Mitt.
Patt.
Tusk.
Eric.
Noah.
Adam.
Liam.
Each name appeared above their dots, glowing like beacons in the darkness. I even named the kids—the teenagers who sat together, laughing, eating, their faces alight with youthful excitement. I named everyone whose name I remembered. I watched as their dots pulsed on the map, tracking their movements, their locations, their every step.
This changed everything.
