Sindy
The truck jolted over another rut in the dirt road, the whole cab rattling like it might shake apart at any moment. I clutched the heavy furs closer around me, burrowing into their warmth as if they could protect me from the cold pressing in through the thin glass. The headlights ahead stretched weakly into the forest, twin beams swallowed by shadows that seemed endless, alive even. The deeper we went, the more I felt the darkness watching me.
At least they had let me dress. That was something. My bare skin under these furs would have been unbearable, especially after… everything. Still, no matter how tightly I hugged them around myself, a chill lingered inside me, one no amount of cloth or heat could fix.
Vince sat behind the wheel, the soft green glow of the dashboard painting
