I'd started waking up before the sun without meaning to.
It just happened now.
The breeze hit my face as I stood near the edge of the roof, binoculars pressed to my eyes. The world looked calmer from a distance. Empty streets. Dead cars. No movement.
I scanned slow.
Left. Right. Far corner. Rooftops.
I stayed like this for a while. Just…watching.
It helped me pass the time and solved my paranoia as well. Killing two birds with one stone, I suppose.
Eventually, there was a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around to see Agnes, her face as grim as ever.
She really didn't like me, for some odd reason. That probably marked about the billionth woman ever.
"Breakfast," she said. "If you're interested in tin food."
I lowered the binoculars to my chest and followed her down.
"Where's your dad?" I asked.
"Working on something."
That was it.
I frowned but didn't press. With her, every question felt like stepping on thin ice.
