Conflicted Thoughts

I realize that the undercurrent of all my anxiety is that I don't want to lose this place, these people, this life that I've adapted to. I have real love for my husband, and for the child we're about to bring into the world. I want to let go of my past, but.... Seeing those women, hearing thier story...it's brought back notions that I thought I'd finally suppressed.

Learning the secrets of the facility? Trying to get back home? This is my home now, isn't it? I'm a married woman, pregnant wife of the local goatherd, and a symbol of hope and vitality to this aging community. In the best-case scenario, I will live out a life of quiet tranquility here, minding the house and taking care of our children, of which Taymur hopes to have many. I can be happy with this life, can't I? I already am, to a certain degree. So why do I feel like I need to know more about these women and the facility?

How I wish they had not come here!

In the morning. I wash and dress quickly, emerging just in time to hear a knock at the door. It's one of the village women I've come to be friends with. Her husband had been standing watch last night, so she fills me in on what's happening. My primary concern has not come to pass, at least not yet. No one has approached over the night, and there has been no sign of search planes.

1. The escaped women are getting ready to head out, and have asked to speak with me before they do.
2. There is a major sandstorm developing in the desert. It'll be impossible to reach the buggy. On the other hand, this should impede the search parties and eliminate any tracks that were left yesterday.
3. Taymur senses some of my concerns and wants to talk

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