4
The long hike back to our cabin seemed to take forever. Byron was almost back to being his old self by the time we set foot on the cabin’s wooden deck. Jack sat on one of the plastic chairs. His biker, boot-clad feet rested on the plastic table. I stole a glance at Byron to check for any reaction.
Byron walked right past him and unlocked the glass sliding door.
“What the hell do you want, Jack?” I hissed once Byron was inside and out of earshot.
“You're about to have a visitor.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Carol will be here shortly, and her intentions are highly questionable,” he said.
“Why is she coming here, Jack?”
“She thinks you can give her answers.”
“About you?”
He nodded and disappeared, once again leaving me to answer impossible questions. Sinking down into the chai
