KATHERINE

"Done." Clap, clap, clap.

I dusted off my hands, admiring my work. It wasn’t spotless, but it was livable and decent enough.

I glanced toward the hallway, where my good boy waited like a student before his teacher.

"Come, bring the girl, love," I called, watching as he rose onto his powerful hind legs, carefully carrying the child.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, his words from the bridge echoed in my mind.

As I watched him step through the narrow doorway with slight difficul