Morning came cold.
The cabin's windows were frosted. The fire had died to embers. My breath puffed white in the air.
I sat up. My back ached. The bunk bed was too short and my feet hung off the edge.
Cade was already awake. He stood by the window, coffee in hand, watching the trees.
"Anything out there?" I asked.
"Just deer. And a lot of birds."
"Good. I hate surprise visitors."
He smiled. "You and me both."
Nellie was still asleep on the top bunk. One arm hung over the edge. She was snoring. Loud.
Damon was outside. I could see him through the window. He was doing stretches. His dog was chasing a squirrel.
Carmen sat by the dead fireplace. She was braiding her hair. The gray streaks caught the dim light.
"You're up," she said.
"Couldn't sleep."
"First night in a new place. Al
