Chapter 3
It’s late and dark outside. The wind is howling like crazy out there, but thankfully the cabin is nice and cozy.
I’ve been in the cabin’s only room since we came back from hunting and I don’t feel like going back out there, but I have to eventually.
This tiny room has a single bed against the corner of the room, with a huge glass window next to the right side of the bed, that looks out into the vast winter wonderland. There’s a desk across from the bed and it’s stacked with books and poetry and notes. Small notes where he wrote about the weather and hunting and one that made me laugh was a reminder to “Fix that damn cabin door”.
Everest has the prettiest handwriting ever. It’s neat and precise.
But that doesn’t mean he isn’t an asshole.
Something happened between us earlier
