Eden
Day Three
The scent of fresh-baked bread and fried eggs was making Angie feel nauseated. Her head throbbed and anxiety thrummed through the rest of her body. Those drugs had a wicked tail.
She stood, waiting for the next stack of breakfast plates. Her task was to deliver the food to the men and children in the dining hall on the other side of a set of swinging double doors. Reno was working with her, and Angie was eager to find a chance to talk.
In the dining room, a large painting of the fall of man in the garden of Eden hung on one wall, reminding her of how strange she’d felt to be a girl when she’d first heard the tale of Adam and Eve in Bible School. The man who had to be the group’s leader sat at the head of a table, holding court as jesters watched his every move. His face
