Sixteen
History and its RepetitionWe hadn't seen our parents in several days apart from the occasional brief meetings in deserted corridors. Their tired eyes said more than the words uttered from behind masks and betrayed the false hope in their voices.
Since learning of Archie's illness, I'd managed two more fact-finding missions outside the compound. On both occasions, I'd discovered another plastic-wrapped body added to the pile. With the death toll mounting and a suspected increase of sick inhabitants, their sudden absence being the only evidence, we had questions. And if the only way to get answers was to ambush our parents, then we would.
Caleb, Beth, and I stood outside our parent's small apartment. Soon the sun would rise and so would they. This was our chance to speak with the
