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Byron's chest rose up and down. As long as he was breathing, I knew everything would be okay. I couldn't carry him back to our cabin, but I made sure he was warm enough. I hoped he would regain consciousness soon or that someone else would come along the same damn hiking trail.
Why did he have to insist on going on the stupid hike? We could have been warm, if not completely safe, back at the cabin, but no. I understood that having Jack around meant that nowhere was safe, but at least if we’d stayed at the cabin instead of climbing up a stupid mountain, we could avoid a lot of unnecessary danger. I was freezing despite Byron’s body heat. I tried to keep us both warm but failed miserably, and the cold made me angrier by the second. If he didn't wake up soon, I'd have to hike back on my o
