Chapter 23

• The sun pierced the windows like an act of violence.
• Ellis groaned and rolled onto her side, the inside of her mouth tasting like regret and orange soda. The cabin was quiet except for the occasional snore and the sound of someone moving pans around in the kitchen.
• She sat up slowly, brushing her hair back. Beck was passed out beside her, half in his sleeping bag, half draped over the edge of the couch like a man who’d gone twelve rounds with tequila and lost.