lt, a numbing seeping into my bones as
e and starve, locking the door and cutting
signs, which he planned to steal and presen
ng them the printed evidence of their betrayal, bu
a," he' d said, "It's your wo
er of hope, I had agreed to his suggestion
scarriage as "bad timing," letting our baby die for hi
numb, all I could think of was the hidden hard dri
to be just another tragic story,
ed open. I wasn't in the cabin. The air was
two weeks before the confrontation,
hallucination? Yet, i
time, there would be no foolis
oss my face. Mark and Chloe t
ng they were. This time, I' d be se