Samantha’s POV
I'm not sure why I couldn't get rid of the sensation, but today felt strange somehow. Perhaps it was the way the light seemed to create longer shadows, which would have made everything look colder than it ought to have. Perhaps it was how silent Alex had been, engrossed in his thoughts as he walked back and forth next to the boarded-off window. Perhaps Lena's eyes flicked nervously toward the door every few minutes, as if she were waiting for something—or someone.
I sighed quietly and ran a hand over my hair. After running for so long, I started to lose memory of what it felt like to remain in one spot without peering over my shoulder. We hardly ate or slept. The tension was all of us and it became more difficult to hide.
Alex had talked little since the previous night.
