Eden
Day Seven
On the way to the kitchen for evening serving duty, Angie stuck her hand in her jeans and felt the stolen pills. Did her pockets bulge? After careful counting, she believed she had enough to make an impact on the island’s manpower, but she’d never been able to get a full count of the men.
The sunset was a glorious mix of purple, orange, and gray hues. She took a deep breath of the crisp sea air and tried to calm her nerves.
She hadn’t felt this anxious since her wedding, although of course that was a different kind of nervous. Tim. She missed him. These last few days had taught her a lot about herself. What she was willing to die for, and how she wanted to live her life if she survived. Her husband had been right: she’d been drowning her feelings in a vat of alcohol, n
