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Effie
For the first time since she got stuck in the cabin, she didn’t wonder where she was when she awoke. It felt almost normal now, being cuddled up in the bed with the flames still licking away at the glass from King’s stoking the night before.
As Effie stretched overhead, the morning sunlight that poured into the bedroom got suddenly brighter.
“Oh, my God,” she said. “The lights. The lights!”
She didn’t know where King was, but she raced down the hall in search of him. “The lights—”
“I know,” he said as he flipped one of the Keurig cups into the machine. “The electricity is back. We finally get some decent coffee that I don’t have to make stovetop.”
There was an edge in his voice, and she suddenly remembered. The game the night before. How close they’d come to something happe
