Warm and fragrant darkness in the bedroom, hands moving as if disembodied, driven by their own volition. The smallest kind of betrayal, the wind that dries her cheeks and stings her eyes. Jenny’s cigarette lighter gave Yael enough light to crawl through the door of the concealed tent. Yael fumbled with zippers for a moment, then climbed inside a small, warm space with a blanket lining the bottom. The air inside was stuffy and it smelled like dust and Jenny. Yael remembered the little battery lantern they had looted and pulled it from her duffel. After a brief search, she found the nub that activated the power supply. The LED flickered to a brilliant blue-white glow. Jenny’s eyes glittered strangely in that light, her pupils shrinking to compensate for the unexpected brilliance. Yael stretched out her sleeping bag as far from Jenny as possible, which wasn’t very far. The tent was too low to stand in, and barely long enough to allow her to lay flat. She killed the lantern before she changed into her nightshirt, unable to shake the feeling that Jenny could see, though it was too dark to tell which direction Jenny was facing.
