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Jessie
Since I expected Cort hadn’t told anyone where he’d flown off to, I knew we had time before anyone came looking for him.
Leaving the bodies lay where they’d fallen, Brock and I took time to build up the fire and rest, the c*****e unavoidable, but neither of us felt well enough to trek the ten miles back to his cabin. Refusing to think on what I’d done—what could have happened if Brock hadn’t shown up when he did, I poked through the cabin’s contents, avoiding looking at the c*****e around us.
A trunk at the foot of the blood-soaked bed held worn woman’s clothing. I pulled on a pair of pants and thicker socks. Old boots that must have belonged to Shiv’s wife lay at the bottom and fit my feet a bit snug, but better than nothing.
While I’d have preferred to not eat anything fro
