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I open my eyes.

The cabin is empty.

The double bed that takes up much of the space is unmade. At least, it’s unmade on the left side. On the right, the sheets and blanket are smoothed out and tucked under the pillows. The little nightstand on that side holds Greta’s glasses. Two rings. A bottle of Nivea moisturizer.

The left nightstand is empty, except for the bedside lamp.

Besides the rumpled bed sheets, it’s like Josh was never there.

What the fuck?

ChapterSix

GRETA

I may never getoff this couch. It’s like someone’s siphoned off all my blood.

Nausea laps at me like I’m floating in a polluted lake.

My moan of misery echoes through the lodge.

God, please don’t let me throw up again.

When Josh gets here, I’ll ask him to help me back to our cabin, and then I think I’ll sleep for the next three days.

Yes. That’s the plan.

And maybe if I do that, I’ll forget all about the last hour with Zach.

I crack open an eyelid and peer down at myself. My pale belly. The gray leggings with a darker patch at my crotch where I’ve sweated through the fabric. It looks like I’ve peed myself.

I haven’t peed myself.

Does Zach think I’ve peed myself?

I groan again.

Josh, where are you?

I breathe in deep through my nose, and a welcome sensation rushes over me. Chills rise on my arms.

I’m cold. I’m actually cold.

Finally!

I hear footsteps on the gravel path outside. Boosting myself up slowly, I check the windows expecting to see my boyfriend coming to the rescue.

Except it’s Zach.

Alone.

And he doesn’t look happy about it.

Great.

Before he mounts the porch steps, I whip my discarded shirt off the floor and struggle my way into it. I’m only halfway through the job when the door opens.

“Greta?” Alarm cuts through his voice. “You okay?”

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