Dead hikers

The next day began with afresh fall of snow. I woke to see ice draped around the panes in the bedroom window and pushed my quilt further up my next.

Downstairs I heard Damon rummaging around as if looking for something. He had picked his pillows and sheets when we were about to go to bed last night and said he was going to take the couch.

“You're late!” His was on a call and it was on speaker. Someone was berating him from the other end and his only response was cursing and yelling at the person to shut up.

I waited until his voice began to fade pulled and then the door shut with a loud bang. At the same time, Selene —Her scent is all over the house already— switched off the audible tv and the house was once again in silence, I waited until I heard receding footsteps in the passage and the back door opening and shutting again before I pulled the quilt off me.

I turned over and slided my hand across the sheet then under the pillow, my finger touching the case of my phone. I dragged it