”

“The road is closing.”

“Then stop arguing and call.”

He pulled the door shut.

I struck the glass with my palm.

Tessa lowered her eyes to her lap.

Eleanor continued staring through the windshield.

Brett lowered the window only two inches.

“You always make everything worse than it is,” he said.

Then he drove away.

He did not need to lock me inside the cabin.continue reading …

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