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The first time she took his hand was when they went into the Catacombs for good.
They weren't ready. Sure, they had a few things stored away: an old mattress, bed bug infested pillows, a few moth eaten blankets. And a stash of drugs, stolen a few at a time. Some for taking, some for selling. But Cuno had planned on preparing for at least another year.
That timeline got destroyed the night he came home and found her body black & blue by the hands of his dad.
He didn't ask what happened to his old man. They just ran.