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Brock
Our silence carried on through the next day as we struggled against the snow. Jessie fared better than me, the rest and food giving her the energy to move. My goddamn knee and the cold kept me clutching the crutch I’d made. Took most of the day, but we reached home before twilight replaced the weak sun’s rays.
I started the wood stove and heated water.
Jessie started a fire in the fireplace and heated up canned stew for our dinner after burning the ropes, clothes, and boots she’d taken from Shiv’s cabin.
We hadn’t spoken of what had happened and had hiked most of the day keeping our thoughts to ourselves.
Hunger to know the truth, what had happened in detail, ate at my stomach until it burned, and no food or water eased its unrest.
Had Shiv touched her?
Cort’s d**k hadn’t
