CHAPTER TEN
Denial. That was the worst thing I’d ever heard.
I turned to Jack, then wished I hadn’t when his gaze immediately met mine.
Were we really in denial?
I questioned him with my eyes but he just scoffed and broke eye contact. I glared at his side when he didn’t give me any kind of answer, huffed, then faced Roger who was clearly enjoying the show.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked, eager to change the subject. Again.
“Now, we prepare a fire.” He rubbed his hands together and dumped his backpack on the ground. Dropping his hat on it, Roger added, “Alright so, I’m going to get firewood. You guys just stay here.”
“Wait...!” I started to protest, but he was already gone.
Very much aware that I was left alone with my boss, I cleared my throat and swayed on my feet. The tension
