“Well, at least the food wasn’t poisoned,” Elijah says the next morning. “I really expected it to be poisoned.”
“Very funny,” I say. The early morning light filters in through a window and shines on his brown eyes, bringing them from a chocolate color to an almost caramel like amber. I can’t help but think once again about how lucky I am.
“Only half joking,” he tells me with a smile and a gentle nudge with his shoulder. The little row of cabins we were given are somewhat isolated, and fairly nice. I half expected an unfinished basement room for all of us to cram into, so my expectations were admittedly low, but I was still pleasantly surprised last night when Faye dropped us off with a contemptuous look and a dismissive flourish.
Looking around again in the morning light, I can see tha
