I couldn’t wait to get out of this damp, dark, cold place, reminding me too much of the basements I hated. Get away from that dead body, the vibes from it keeping my nerves on edge. Get warm clothing, get real food, and a real bathroom, with soap and running water and a toilet. Don’t ask what I’d been doing about “bodily needs” until now—the answer is really better left unsaid. “If we get far enough from here that it’s safe, I want to try using my bank card,” I said. “My account is probably locked, but it’s worth a shot. We can always use more money.” “We have some,” Derek said. “Okay. If you don’t think it’s safe for me to try.” “You aren’t going out, Chloe. We are. You’re staying here.” “Where you’ll be safe,” Tori said. “We wouldn’t want you to break a nail using your card.” “Tori…”
