CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
The crackers were gone and she hadn’t had water in about a day. She guessed it was a day. She wasn’t sure. She couldn’t tell the passage of time in this dark place. She had come to the conclusion that she was indeed in some sort of trailer. Not a big one like the ones on the back of big rigs, but maybe one like the smaller U-Hauls or those PODs storage units.
She also figured she’d been here for at least three days. She had her own clock worked out in her head. The times he came and spoke to her, it was probably sometime during the day—during the waking hours. Then, later, there would be the sounds of crickets and tree frogs and the world would go quiet. That was the night. And she had experienced three of them.
Now, though, she assumed it was the day. She could hear
