“Riley—she was my partner. And she was young. Like eighth grade. I saw her as a sister. Every night, I’d sleep on the floor, and she would sleep on the bed. I chopped wood. There was a little wood stove.” Another deep breath in, and blow it out, and I look back up at Josh, feeling strangely, peacefully numb. “I didn’t want the two of us to still be in the cabin in the winter, when the snow started.
