76. Shelter

Zayn’s pov

"Didn’t you hear the alarm? We’re under attack!" I told Eve, who was walking around looking confused.

"I did, but I seem to have forgotten where to go. They told me, but I don’t remember." She looked confused. Beautiful, but broken.

I should know; I’m broken too.

I was planning to join the fight. My son was now in the gamma, and he declined my request to join the war, telling me I wasn’t in the right headspace. I had worked for decades as a tracker; I was his damn father, and now he told me I couldn’t fight!

What was I supposed to do? Sit in our home by myself, being reminded of Talia every day? Everything we owned, we had picked out together. Everything still smelled like her. We were supposed to retire together and finally have time together that we didn’t have before.

I was gone a lot on missions, and she was the gamma, which meant she was always on call. When we did have time together, we spent it with our kids, and that didn’t leave much time for just the two of us.

But