Chapter Eighteen
They sat together, sipping their hot chocolate and munching on crackers, letting the sounds of the forest take over.
Moisture dripped steadily from the outer tips of the hemlock branches. But where they were sitting, propped against the trunk—so close to the heart of the tree—it stayed dry. Almost cozy, or it would have been if they still had their sleeping bags.
At least she wasn’t out here alone. The presence of Ethan right now was the difference between terror and hope. She didn’t really doubt that they’d make it out of here, and that was because of Ethan.
In a very short time, he’d become extremely important to her.
She chased away that thought, because of course he was important to her right now. Her survival depended on him. Once they got out of this situation,
