CHAPTER 24
“Too bad we don’t have any marshmallows,” Willow chuckled once the fire was blazing.
Kennedy wondered how her roommate could keep up a cheerful attitude in spite of how cold and exhausted they felt.
“What else do you have to eat?” Willow asked.
Kennedy felt in her pockets. “I think there’s still a can or two of spam.”
“I swore I’d never touch this stuff.” Willow grimaced. “If it weren’t the last resort ...”
“Don’t worry. It’s probably all synthetic, right? Not even real meat at all?”
Willow laughed. “That’s what I’ll tell myself. So should we pray?”
“Should we what?”
“Pray. You know. Thank God for the food. If you could even call it that.” She bowed her head and began without waiting for an invitation. “Dear God, thank you for keeping us safe to this point. Thank you th
