Elaine
I gave a dry, humorless laugh and shook my head. Why was I letting myself get worked up about my stupid job at a time like this? Stupid, trivial, meaningless job… when all I had to do was survive. The broken leg, the frozen snow under me, the pain screaming through every muscle—surely those should take precedence over whether the Grey Goose’s manager would throw a fit if I didn’t show up for my shift.
My stomach growled at me, betraying me at the worst possible moment, and I had to bite back a groan. Of course I hadn’t eaten breakfast. I had spent the morning pouring my heart out to Helen, telling her about the last few disastrous days, about the twisted plans Carla and Rose had executed, about Kave and his stubborn, infuriating way of shutting me out. I remembered the smells from
