ke, revealing a wide clearing filled with canvas tents and cheap wooden cabi

ped into the shadows of the tree line, pressing her

bin 3, right in front of her. The soun

looked through the half-open window a

on blouse that didn't belong in a dirt camp, wa

She waved it around dramatically, m

om the letter out loud. Her voice was inten

yed her. A violent shudder of humiliation ran do

r body was exhausted and weak. Kicking the door down and

the window. She scanned the rest

he center of the dirt lot. He was wearing a

wn mayor. He was in charge of overseeing the commun

he piles of uncollected trash and the empty w

e-style takedown for

d a dry leaf off her sleeve and stepped

f Cabin 3 and walked straig

from him. She kept her voice polite

om his clipboard, his brow furrowing in

stacked dangerously close to the canvas tents, creating a massive fire hazard. She pointed out that if a spark caught, the town

shocked that a poor local girl kne

entioned that it seemed the government-subsidized vo

t in his bureaucratic ego.

tly, Bridget casually point

ld him that the girls assigned to clear the ri

ghter exploded from Cabin 3. It sounded li

red. He slammed his clipbo

She looked him in the eye and

n around and stormed toward Cabin

hed his furious back, a cold, predatory

ing the pace of an executioner approaching