Day 2,399
EVA SAT ON THE WORN leather couch in her favorite spot in the cabin, staring out across the lake toward the island. Her bandages had been removed and her head wound was not as bad as she had thought. The gash was confined to the surface and was healing without incident. Mari didn’t speak much but she was meticulous about her jobs around the cabin including cleaning Eva’s wound. Eva was grateful for her but couldn’t read her clearly enough to trust her. No one had hurt her in days, but she knew they would if she didn’t follow the rules of the gang.
She rubbed the large black, yellow, and purple bruise on her leg. Eva had been certain Adam had crushed her femur, but it seemed to be in one piece. She was learning that Adam was good at hurting people without breaking them completel
