Hollis

Through the darkness, Candace’s pale brow wrinkles. I clench my fists.

“Why?” she asks.

Hell of a question. One I have no idea how to answer.

“Eva gave you a chance to tell her everything. To make me look like the asshole.” I study her through the gap I sliced in the side of her tent. “Why didn’t you?”

She bites her lower lip and looks at the ground. Silvery moonlight casts her face in stark colors, but I can just barely make out some ...