Four days passed.Julie settled into a routine. Wake before dawn. Help with breakfast. Check the fence with Sara. Work in the greenhouse. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.It wasn't happy. But it was something. A rhythm. A purpose. A reason to get up in the morning.Celeste spent most of her time in the greenhouse. She'd found her place among the tomato plants and herb beds. Sara had given her a corner to tend. She talked to the plants when she thought no one was listening. Julie caught her once. That didn’t stop her.The other women were wary at first. Melissa kept her distance. But the others slowly warmed. A woman named Stephanie asked Julie to help fix a broken window. Another named Priya showed her where the tools were kept. Small things. But they added up.The children were harder. They stared at Julie like she was a stranger. Which she actually was. But one of them, a girl of maybe seven named Lily, started following her around. She didn't say much. She just watched. Julie didn't mind.On th