"I'm here." Her voice was muffled from beneath the bed, hidden by the purple flowered coverlet, and lacey dust ruffle. She stuck a hand out from beneath the bed and slapped against the floor.
Sophia had curled herself beneath the bed shortly after she'd got there. Unsure if there was any reason to come out. Daryl was gone, and now Mitchell was dead. She still had Clint, Annie and the rest, and Hansel... But... It was almost like Georgia all over again.