Elizabeth rubbed her hands up and down her arms as she tossed and turned in her sleeping bag. She glanced at the phone she’d placed next to her and wondered what time it was.
She could reach out and press the button on the phone, but her hands were still freezing despite being zipped up in the down sleeping bag. Was it always this cold at night?
She had tried stuffing her hands into her jeans pockets and had even curled into a ball hoping to keep herself warm.
But it wasn’t working.
Now she understood why the old man had to stuff paper into his clothes, and she was almost tempted to do the same.
Though old, the house’s windows were still holding up. But there seemed to be a draft from somewhere.
She flipped onto her other side, facing Ian.
“Cold?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. Did I wake y
