Arlin drove to his brother’s cabin first. If he knew Nathan at all, and he did, there would be a pile of unfinished projects in the shed behind the cabin. Nathan was great at starting things, but never finishing them. Their parents’ garage had been full of half-finished race cars, birdhouses, and tree forts as they grew up, their father tripping over them half the time and going into a frustrated tirade that their mother scolded him for later.
Once Arlin had scrounged around enough, gathering plywood, nails, and a hammer, he set about gathering up whatever cleaning supplies he could find as well. In a box tucked into the back of the shed, he also found some old drapes he thought would work for now to replace the shredded ones he saw earlier at Eve’s cabin. They probably weren’t what she
