KNOX
From the minute we arrived, that guy hasn't taken his eyes off Isadora.
I recall his name. It's Phillippe. He's a friend of Eric Lowell's, and I remember when they mentioned he'd be here. The reason why he caught my attention is that I felt it even at the barbecue that he and Isadora knew each other, and even now, she's acting all weird and storming past me.
What the hell is going on?
"This way," Josh says from far ahead, oblivious to what's happening. Isadora is walking ahead of me, shoulders all hunched from the cold, and I already know she's in for a shitty experience. She must truly not have any experience camping for her not to know that she should've packed warm clothes.
God, this girl is so mysterious.
How does she know Phillippe?
I don't know why, but I have to get
