The North had a way of changing people.
Eva discovered this during her third month at the labour camp.
She still hated waking up in the mornings, especially when the soldiers decided everyone needed to be outside before sunrise.
A loud bang echoed through the camp.
"Everyone outside! Move!"
Eva groaned and pulled her blanket over her head.
"Five more minutes."
"Five minutes?" Eran's voice came from the doorway. "Should I tell the soldiers you're requesting special treatment?"
Eva sat up so quickly that her blanket fell to her waist.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know you're not a morning person."
She grabbed her pillow and threw it at him. He caught it, laughing.
"Careful. That's the only pillow you've got."
"And you're the only person I know who enj
