We were underground.

My children and I had been buried, and we were still alive.

Chapter 7 — Breathe Slow

“Wake up,” I rasped, shaking them as gently as terror would let me.

“My babies, please, wake up for Mom.”

A groan vibrated through the wood beneath us.

Mason stirred, his chest heaving.

A moment later Wyatt whimpered in the dark.