Addison looked up at the vehicle Daniel had rented. It was large, black, and looked as if it could scale Mt. Everest. She shouldered her new pack. Daniel had filled it with a rudimentary set of tools, Grace adding clean clothes. Addison had happily bagged her old clothes, tossing them into the trash. “I wanted to get closer to the ruins than we did last time. This…” He patted the side of the truck, looking not at Addison, but at Grace as he spoke. “This will get us almost right to the ruins.” Addison turned to Grace, a comment on her lips. But as she caught sight of her sister, standing in the bright sun, the words faded. Grace was pale, dark circles under her eyes. They hadn’t been there before, or Addison hadn’t noticed them. She’d been so excited to see Grace, and then she’d been in such a rush to leave, she might have missed them. “Grace? You okay? You look a little ill.” She set her hand on Grace’s arm.
