Chapter 7
2015Mary sat upright, her breath drawn to finish the scream she’d started in response to the train’s hissing steam. She gasped instead, grabbing for the jacket she’d managed to draw over herself.
The air still felt like she was inside a deep freeze rather than late summer, even in the mountains. She no longer heard the train or anything else, and the girl had disappeared with the dream.
She stretched out again, glancing at her watch. Just past six in the morning. No one else would be stirring yet, not after the way they’d worked yesterday. She pulled her sleeping bag up around her shoulders, shaking her head at the frost all over the dark blue fabric. It was thick enough to flake off everywhere except right over her chest.
Where the girl had been.
“Body heat,” she said under
