Lost
A few days later, Abbey was thinking that perhaps a long walk in the snow might have been a mistake. Okay, so it had been a mistake: of course it had. But it was not her fault, and that is what she kept telling herself. Even without the voices in her head, she knew that it was childish to think, let alone try and believe in … Well, she was not a child and would have to sort out her own mistakes. Yes, so she had forgotten to charge her cellphone, and her friend forgot to bring hers altogether… well, that was not her fault, but the walk had been her idea, and now they were lost.
She left her best friend, or should she say her only friend, shivering in the makeshift shelter of a fallen tree where they had spent the last hour sheltering from a blizzard that had now stopped and left behi
