Winter. It was coming, unmistakable on the air now with its crisp, sharp forewarning. It would be on us any second. Shane shivered outside the cabin, flinching as I shoved yet another jacket over his head, shimmying it down around his shoulders until his arms popped out of the sleeve holes. “You have to be quiet,” I whispered. The great escape was taking place in the middle of the night. I’m not proud of the fact that I may have stolen a few of Andrea’s sleeping pills and crushed them into the baked beans. Nobody would be up for hours and they would doze right through our departure. They wouldn’t know we had gone until they woke and found us missing, a few cans of food, paper-wrapped packets of fish and blankets gone too. Saying good-bye wasn’t an option, and I would miss Banana and Moritz. They really did seem like good people. The others … the others I couldn’t accurately say, not anymore. How could I trust these people with my life, with Shane’s life, when they were just as shifty as Carl?
