Chapter 2
Chattering teeth woke Mary a few hours later, and at first she thought they were her own.
She was certainly cold enough for that. The temperature in the tent had to be a lot lower than the fifties she and everyone else had prepared for. The air felt frozen in her nose and lungs. She started to pull one arm out of her bag to reach for her jacket, then stopped.
Someone, or something, was in the tent, pushed hard against her chest and belly. The chattering was coming from her unknown bed guest. Mary blinked, trying to get her bearings. She couldn’t imagine some kind of animal unzipping her tent door and getting inside, but no one in the camp would do that, either.
This wasn’t the strangest dream she’d ever had, but it might be close. More than one therapist had told her to engag
