Chapter 4
There was a stupid amount of pride invested in what she’d done to the trailer. It was kind of pretty underneath her brother’s neglect and scum. By morning, she had it clean, sanitized, and sprayed to get rid of the fouler scents. With a half dozen mousetraps set up, she was able to sleep without thinking an errant critter might scurry over her.
Chance returned late and was stinking like s*x and beer. He slept in his clothes. He only left in the morning to go to work because someone banged hard on the trailer door. She sat up, confused and terrified by the sound, only to realize that someone was waking her brother. Jack, most likely.
She scrounged around the trailer, but found nothing to eat. Her stomach rumbled in protest. She hadn’t eaten more than a couple of candy bars from
