Chapter 140
- MARK’S POV
- The lie felt heavy on my tongue, a toxic, coppery taste. I found them in a secluded supply alcove. The perfect place for a conspiracy.
- Val was sharpening her machete, the rhythmic *shing-shing-shing* of stone on steel a sharp, angry sound in the quiet. Gary just sat on a crate, his head in his hands, a mountain of silent grief.