Chapter 167

**Mateo**

Sleep shoves at me and doesn’t take. It’s that hollow kind, the kind where you’re tired of being awake but your head won’t agree. The cabin makes soft noises, groaning in the wind... But the girl in grey sits behind my eyelids like a splinter. I’ve poked it long enough. I slip out, bare feet on cold wood, jacket over my shoulder. The gravel path crunches under my boots as I walk toward t