Chapter 13
They’d been stuck in that cabin together for days now. Sometimes they would talk about books or movies or music, and it would be almost normal, almost like they were friends, and then Martha would slip into her old habits and start complaining about the quality of the food or her lack of clothes, or Danny would make some comment about Martha’s wealthy upbringing and she’d become defensive, and they’d argue until one of them stormed out of the room. When that happened, she’d be left fighting back tears. Danny would just sit and stare, confused and angrier with himself than with her.
They were completely out of milk and produce and running low on coffee. It had looked like a lot of food when he’d bought it, but they had little else to do except fight and eat so they’d gotten thr
