Haven (After the Plague, #5)

by Imogen Keeper

There’s a word for children who lose their parents. We call them orphans. But what do you call parents who lose a child?

Sometimes the dead are louder than the living. It doesn’t matter if you want to hear them or not.

Adults love kids in ways I never anticipated, but I don’t think I ever realized how much kids need adults. We’re not just the force that feeds them, protects them, shields them from elements. We’re their lens. If kids give adults fresh eyes on the wonders of the world—adults give kids the jaded lens that finds the perils.

All you need to join a fight is something you care about enough to die for it.