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“I can’t believe you!” His voice came from along the side
of the cabin now, out of sight.
“Wait!”
He didn’t answer, but she could hear his heavy steps on
the gravel. Her ankle pulsed. She hobbled to catch up. Along
the dark side of the cabin, under the pine tree, onto the road.
Up ahead, the night nearly swallowed his shadow. The car’s
interior light flashed on, Dylan holding the door handle.

Rachel’s voice from inside.
By the time Greta caught up, Dylan, Matt and Rachel
all stood outside the car—both doors hanging wide open.
Matt gave her a cold stare, arms crossed over his chest.
Rachel looked back and forth between Greta and Dylan,
frowning.
Dylan turned and faced Greta. Three against one. “I liked

you,” he said. “And then you accuse me of being some kind
of…predator.”
“I didn’t!”
“I know what I heard. I’m done.” He motioned for Rachel
and Matt to get in the car.
Greta moved forward, toward her spot behind Rachel.
“No!” Dylan held out his arm, blocking her way. “You can
find your own way home.”
“Dylan—” Rachel stepped beside him and touched his

shoulder. He shook her off. Matt didn’t say anything, flipping
the passenger seat forward for Dylan to climb into the back.
“Rachel”—Greta didn’t recognize her own voice, high
and frantic—“Rachel, don’t leave me here!”

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