Chapter 13

• The scrambled eggs on Dani’s plate had turned to mush from being poked around for too long.
• Well, not that it mattered anyway. She didn’t have the appetite to begin with the moment she woke up this morning. Today was supposed to be her last day in this house, and yet she felt like throwing up.
• Excitement should be thrumming in her veins. Instead, something cold was forming in the pit of her stomach, and it had nothing to do with the steady snowfall that hadn’t stopped since this morning.