Chapter 111 Shipwrecked & Spread Ch4

• It’s the rain that drives them inland. Fat drops at first — then sheets that slap the jungle leaves, soaking them to the bone before they even find the narrow break in the cliffs.
• He spots the cave first — half-hidden behind a wall of hanging vines and driftwood piled high by storms long before them. She stumbles in after him, breath ragged, soaked skirt plastered to her thighs. She hates him. She needs him. The way his broad back fills the mouth of their tiny new prison makes her stomach clench with something hot and wrong.
• Inside, the cave is no bigger than an office storage closet. Sand floor. Sharp rock walls that drip water from somewhere deeper. The pounding rain turns the mouth of the cave into a curtain — they can’t see the trees, can’t see the sea. Just each other and the hiss of the downpour.