I barely sleep that night. Every time I close my eyes, Brenda’s pale, tear-streaked face flashes before me, her whispered words echoing in my mind: Alex... and someone else. The pieces of this puzzle feel scattered across a labyrinthine board, and while we’ve managed to gather a few fragments, the full picture remains elusive.
Jack, lying next to me, stirs restlessly in the dim light of our cabin. His hand rests over his chest, and the faint rise and fall of his breathing tells me he’s awake, too.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence.
I glance at him, his blue eyes catching the faint glow of the moonlight seeping through the small window. “How can I not?” I admit, sitting up and tucking my knees to my chest. “Brenda’s safe,
