The next morning, we made quick work of getting ready to leave. Looking back, I could barely remember what order everything had happened in. Matthew had seemed to be twice as eager as I was to get back himself back to his pack, which only made the process twice as fast.
The snow was thick beneath our feet and I found myself thinking that it must have snowed for majority of the night last night. The problem was that I hadn’t once woken up because it had been too cold—which was odd, since I had frozen to death the night before, and it hadn’t even been snowing then.
There was a very high possibility that I had moved closer to Matthew in my sleep, which would have been a very good explanation for my peaceful sleep. But then why would he have been in such a foul mood now? Because I knew that
