Chapter 6: May
Every muscle in Elliot’s body ached as he stumbled the last few feet toward the cabin on trembling legs. The need to stay busy and not get lost in his own head had been the reason he’d asked if Emma and Hank needed any help with something, anything. That’s how he’d gotten roped into wood-chopping duty.
He’d spent the entire day splitting, carrying, and stacking wood. And swearing. Swearing at himself for being foolish enough to volunteer, and swearing at Emma for living in the woods without electricity.
“Whose stupid idea was this anyway?” he’d muttered under his breath. He’d glared at Hank, who’d laughed in response.
His reward had been steaming bread, fresh from the wood oven, and a big bowl of Emma’s fabulous chicken soup he’d practically inhaled. Then he’d started hi
