Walking home, Allison felt lighter. It had felt good to feel like a regular woman dishing about her hot husband to her friends.
Though she'd told Chris that she and Megan had an agreement, he still felt the need to watch over her, following her back to her cabin as the sky began to darken.
She was starving, so after she said goodnight to Chris, she went for the kitchen. It was dark except for the light over the sink. Turning on the other lights, she grabbed some pots and pans. Something easy. Tacos. She had everything in the fridge for it, even some defrosted hamburger. Turning on her iPod, she danced and hummed while she chopped up veggies.
While she cooked, she thought back over the events and conversations of the day. It was so hard to believe the things that Chris had told her about
