The days following the mysterious phone call weighed heavily on Kleia's mind. Vito, ever the compost leader, reassured her with his calm demeanour, but she knew him well enough to recognise the tension behind his eyes. His proactive instincts had kicked into high gear, and she could fill the shift in his focus.
Late one evening, as kleia set in the living room with aurora nestled in her arms. Vito walked in, his phone in his hand. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable. Kleia knew instantly that something was wrong.
" is everything okay?" she asked, her voice despite the unease growing in her chest.
Vito hesitated for a moment before approaching her. He crouched down in front of her, his hand gently resting her knee. " there's been some activity near the southern territories" he admitted. " nothing concrete yet. But it's enough to make me cautious."
Kleia frowned. " does this have anything to do with the call I got?"
" it might" Vito said, his voice low. " but I promise you, kleia, I won't let anything happen to you or kids. You have my word."
She nodded , trusting him implicitly, but the fear in her heart was hard to ignore. " what can I do?"
" just stay here with the kids." Vito said, his tone firm yet gentle. " I'll handle this. You don't need to worry."
