Widowed, cut off from her daughter, and now assaulted by her own people on a doomed ship - Abby Griffin has never been more alone. That is, until she somehow wakes up on the ground, seemingly the sole survivor in the wreckage of the same dropship she’d put her daughter on. Most bizarrely - she is also now her daughter’s age. She immediately sets about exploring this world that’s occupied her imagination for so long, and now feels so real - but it doesn’t take long for the panic to set in as it becomes clear that she is truly alone on such an empty, unfamiliar planet.
And then she sees a light in the distance.
The cabin, well-kept and miraculously untouched by the apocalypse, is owned by Marcus Kane - who has also lost a decade or three to whatever miracle of time she’s experiencing. He’s not exactly her preferred company, but he’s someone… and he’s got a substantial supply of moonshine. So they spend the night sipping away by the fire, reminiscing about memories that neither of them are sure were real. But they feel real enough; and looking at her once-nemesis with all his jarring youth, for once so unburdened, it reminds her of a time long past when their future could have been very different. When they were friends. When they understood each other. When that glint in his eyes could spark a fire in her bones…
In his arms, in that beautiful cabin, she can almost pretend that the bombs never went off all those years ago, and the end of humanity never weighed on their shoulders. She can let herself feel safe. She can let herself be free.
It may have been a dream. It may not. But either way, this is the story of how a woman, completely untethered, was given a second chance to define what home means.
I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?