Chapter 4
Cody found cans in the pantry—baked beans and unsweetened peach halves. Rice, and pasta, and instant tomato soup. The freezer was full of burned salmon. Dad’s last catch.
He got out a pot and heated the tomato soup. It didn’t taste much better than the overpriced airport food.
At twenty past three in the afternoon, Cody collapsed onto his old bed and finally gave in to the exhaustion that had been crippling him for hours—days—months. His old bedroom was on the second floor, but it didn’t look like his old room anymore. His father had, half-heartedly, tried to turn it into a workroom—two thirds of the chamber looked like a garage, but fortunately, the bed stood in a corner that had remained untouched. It was quickly made. He could have slept in his parents’ bedroom, but without
