Elena could see the kids in the corridor staring at them, probably thinking how unfair the world had become.
But judging by their ages, they might not even understand what was really going on.
She felt a flicker of sympathy.
'What the heck? This kind of mentality should be thrown away.'
If this had been her old self, she might've scolded herself for thinking like that.
In this apocalypse, no one can guarantee safety, and pitying others is just giving in to useless emotions.
She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, holding her husband's hand tightly.
She had been too emotional these past few days.
'Is it because I'm going to be a mother?'
It was funny how she always tried to find a reason. But deep down, she knew—her weakness had always been the children.
She was just suppressing this feeling, trying to kill it before it grew any stronger because she had had enough of it in her past life.
Ethan felt her grip on his hand tighten.
