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“Should we start a fire?” Rachel asked. The cabin was
only slightly warmer than outside.
“No.” All eyes turned to Greta when she spoke. “We
should go.” How quickly could they get out of there? She’d
feel better once they left. The nausea tumbled in her stomach
like a wretched boulder, rolling around her shattered
insides.
Before anyone could speak, Greta started gathering cups

and empties from the living room. Her head went clunk every
time she bent down, her legs off-kilter when she stood up
again. She steadied herself, one hand on the sofa. Dylan came
and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her like he
had the night before, making her stronger. She wished they
could curl up in the wicker chair again, stop everything from
swimming around her.

Too soon, he let go, ducking when Matt threw an empty
soda bottle at him. “Didn’t you get enough of that last night?”
They wrestled in the kitchen.
Greta lowered herself onto the sofa and closed her eyes.
She’d had sex with Dylan. She’d had sex, period.
As they left the cabin, Greta watched Matt slip the
key under the welcome mat, the wooden slats beneath it
untouched by snow. “In case we want to come back again,”
he said. “I don’t want to sneak it out twice.”

On the drive home, Matt and Dylan mostly talked basket-
ball. The car felt stifling, heat blasting through every vent.
Greta cracked her window open until everyone turned to
look at her. They passed a car flipped in the ditch, its tires

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