UNDER CANVAS
“Paulie? The others will be here soon.”
I felt his shoulders tighten. Lying side by side inside the tent, even though we were fully dressed against the chill and not actually, actually touching, was intimate in a whole new and torturous way.
He sighed. “It’ll be dark soon, Matt. Abby doesn’t like driving in the dark. And Eddy’s never been keen on sleeping outdoors. And everyone else… well.”
“What do you mean?” Did he think this was my fault? I’d left messages for our gang about the when and where to meet. Bloody irritating that so many of them had turned off their phones.
“Matt.” Paulie didn’t sound angry. “You didn’t know?”
There was a growing knot of panic in my belly. “What’s going on?”….
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