Among the crowd, I quickly took in the people I knew; Kina was there as usual, her dark hair glittering with the firelight as she smiled with the rest of the girls.
Vera, with her unruly blonde hair, her bronze skin shining as she hung on a stone, her skirt wrapped around her waist.
Ada, with her tightly braided white hair, her beautiful arms that were visibly strong as she worked on the meat, her body moved with the calmness of a woman who realized her value.
One by one, I named them.
Kina.
Vera.
Ada.
Ruth.
Hina.
Mitt.
Patt.
Tusk.
Eric.
Noah.
Adam.
Liam.
Each name appeared above their dots, glowing like beacons in the darkness. I even named the kids—the teenagers who sat together, laughing, eating, their faces alight with youthful excitement. I named everyone whose name I remembered. I watched as their dots pulsed on the map, tracking their movements, their locations, their every step.
This changed everything.
