When this whole thing started, they thought that they had a lot to think about. Now, they longed for those simpler days when there was only one place to worry about and one group of people. It felt as if they were trapped in the middle of a war zone, and they knew not where to place their allegiance nor if they should align themselves with either side. They had been drawn in against their will, into a war that was not even theirs by parties that, before a few months ago, they didn’t know existed.
There was so much to think about and nothing to say, so the ride home was quiet in the car, but inside their heads, thoughts raced.
What should they do? Where should they go? Who could they talk to? Was there anyone that they could trust? How were they going to make it through this not only safely, but alive at all?
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