The Valley of Fires State Park, New Mexico and The Little Italy DeliThe following morning the sun peeked through the tiny window in Amber's room.
Livia slept, taking up as much of the cot style bed as she could.
Amber grabbed her bag, and tiptoed into the living area. At least by sleeping in her clothes she was ready to go. She pulled out a map to review the local geologic formations. From memory, she marked the recent changes.
She picked up her phone to call Karen to verify her notes.
No phone reception. There hadn't been an answer to her email before the power went out either.
The pages and notes slipped out of her hands and onto the floor. Karen wasn't there to point out errors, and add context to her understanding anymore. Certain aspects Karen knew far better than her. As a team,
