The air in the cabin felt tighter than it had a minute ago. I still hadn’t moved from my spot by the stove, my mug hovering just below my lips. Ennis’s words were still hanging in the air, impossible to pluck down or smooth over. Elias, standing just inside the doorway, was the first to break the silence.
“So,” he said quietly, “how bad are we talking? Are we packing up for a weekend, or are we never coming back?”
His words hurt because we hadn’t even been here that long. This cabin had become my favorite spot on earth and now it was being taken from me just like that.
One phone call that confirmed that our safety was 100%, no longer guaranteed.
Ennis looked at each of us, like he was trying to memorize our faces, not because he thought he wouldn’t see us again, but because he wanted
