A few hours later, we're finally back in the camper. The last of the barbecue has been packed away, the fire doused, the children full and sleepy, even though Jer insists he's wide awake even as he rubs his eyes.
My shoulders ache from the tension I've been carrying, but I check the solar panel as the kids flop onto the couches in the living room, relieved by the cool, air-conditioned air.
"The battery's low," I mutter, checking the display panel. The numbers flicker between 10% and 11% in a way that makes my stomach knot. Something's still not right, even though the storm has passed and everything looks normal.
"I'll start the generator," Caine says, already heading for the door.
"Thank you," I call after him, but he's already gone.
When he returns, the roaring of the generator accompanies his re-entry.
