"Me too." She matched the tone of voice. Her lips twisted in a sour smile, and Renee pulled her thoughts away from the white expanse of snow where Charlie died. Just outside the place she was sure could have saved him. It was the only question she would never answer. What if?

Tugging the end of her pony tail, Renee snorted, drifting through an open doorway to the kitchen. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she paused before grabbing a second, returning to hold it out for Harvey. "Running water's been undependable," she said quietly. Contaminated or cut all together. That and the power outages made this insanity all the easier. "It always evolves, Dent. Everything does."