"Home sweet home," Guilermo muttered, kicking through a drift to reach the door.
We were still wrapped in the single coat, moving as a four-legged, two-headed creature. My teeth were chattering so hard I couldn't speak, a rhythmic clatter that vibrated through my skull. The heat from the swim had evaporated the moment we left the water, replaced by a bone-deep chill that made my joints ache.
Guilermo shouldered the door open.
The air inside was stale, smelling of cold ash, pine needles, and dust. It was pitch black.
"Stay here," he said, disentangling himself from me. He draped the coat fully over my shoulders, leaving himself exposed to the freezing air of the unheated cabin.
"Don't," I chattered, reaching for him. "You'll freeze."
"I'm fine," he said, though I could hear the tremor
