Time flew. Even in a post-apocalyptic world rife with scarcity and danger, Josie Quinn's days were surprisingly easy and pleasant. With a stable base and the solid fortress built by the men who loved her, she was living in an oasis amid the chaos.
A few years slipped by quietly. Pip was now old enough for the base's kindergarten, while the younger third child was mostly cared for by Mrs. Hawthorne, who was thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of doting on her grandchild.
With her children looked after, Josie finally had a rare moment of peace.
One day, gazing at the rare, bright sunshine outside her window, that little spark of desire for freedom flared up in Josie's heart again.
After so many years of being cherished like a fragile treasure by several men, she was happy, but it was also a bit of a sweet burden.
