Chapter 11 The Man In The Cabin P@Rt One

• Zoya’s P.O.V
• At first, I could not move. I did not know what to do at the sight of… this. I had expected a peaceful night, at last, after the shitshow I had experienced yesterday. I thought I could finally rest and wallow in my thoughts as well as the direness of this situation in a place where nothing reminded me of everything.
• I thought I could finally be alone, in a place where no one else was, so no one could stop me from beating myself up for everything that had happened and, in the end, eventually, pulling my own weight back up.