Chapter Forty-Two

Harlow

The fire is small. Just barely enough to keep the cold from crawling into my bones again. It flickers weird in the snow, makes everything glow like I'm living inside a lantern instead of a forest. Jonah sits across from me. Not close. Not far. Just…there.

I got my knees pulled up to my chest. Arms wrapped around myself. I keep telling my hands to stop shaking but they don’t listen. Eventual