CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE – THE DAMAGE IS DNE

Chin lifting in a defiant tilt, Kayla regarded the other woman coolly. "Well, I was going to suggest we take stock of our resources and start putting together a plan. Maintaining morale will be crucial, especially for the children. Maybe we could organize some group activities or..." "Activities?" Beatrice gave a harsh bark of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. "Did you conveniently overlook the fact that we appear to be the only souls inhabiting what's left of this godforsaken pile? Your concerns about morale are charming, but ultimately meaningless in the grand scheme of our survival." Kayla felt her hackles rising at the other woman's acid tone, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Look, I get that you're scared..." "Scared?" Cold fury flickered in Beatrice's pale eyes as she rounded on Kayla in a swirl of rumpled designer garments. "Don't you dare presume to know what I am, you insignificant..." "Mummy?" The plaintive whimper from Sophie cut through the growing