Seth woke from the deepest and most profound sleep with something cold and hard poking into his shoulder. Memories seeped back slowly, and even before he opened his eyes he was reaching for the space beside him. His fingers found only cool empty space on a rumpled sleeping bag. He peeled open his eyelids and looked up at the stone ceiling, which was illuminated in flickering yellow light. He turned his head to see that Laura had moved back to her own mat and now lay with one arm crooked behind her head, staring up at the ceiling.
“Hey,” he said softly. She turned her head toward him, and gave him a long thoughtful look. Her expression was unreadable in the shadows.
“Hey.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” her lips twitched slightly, as though she wanted to smile.
“You left me,” he sai
