Brittany's POV

The sound of my stomach growling cuts through the tension like a chainsaw, loud enough that everyone in the room freezes and stares at me. My face burns with embarrassment as I press my hand against my belly, trying to muffle the sound.

"Jesus, when's the last time you ate?" Harper asks, raising an eyebrow.

I can't even remember. Between packing up our entire life, driving for hours, and then fainting in the middle of a forest, food ...