The late afternoon sun was heating its corrugated metal walls.

I passed a row of dusty metal shipping containers.

Inside, I took three empty military duffel bags off the supply shelf.

I unzipped the biggest bag and spread it flat on the concrete floor.

I started with my cold-weather gear.

I rolled the heavy uniform jackets tight and stacked them in the bottom corner.

My phone chimed from my pocket.

It was a voice note from Kendra.