“Come on, come on, come on. Why aren’t you working with me?”
I kept my voice low, but because of the confined space of the cave, it came out sounding much louder than it originally had been. I nearly sunk onto the floor, losing my balance when the fire—the one that I had desperately been trying to coax to life—lit up a few inches away from my face.
I had no idea how late it was, but what I did know, was that it had taken an unusually long time for me to start the fire—and it had taken me even longer to get here. I believe that the latter of the two had been caused by the fact that I had been waiting—hoping against hope—for Matthew to come after me. I still didn’t understand why he had said what he had said—or how it was even possible. Nothing was making sense.
It seemed as if I was b
