Jeremy
It seemed like the weather was a reflection of our overall mood. The sky clouded over and the air felt thick with the promise of rain. I volunteered to help Brendan prepare the uploads to send to Sylvia Warren. Secretly I was still hoping to find something on the recordings that would explain what had happened to me in the early hours of the morning.
Eli had gone a little berserk looking for the hairpin, pulling everything out of the van, checking under the seats, shining his flashlight into every possible nook and cranny. He’d then turned to the camper and started searching there. Mayah sat outside by the food tent. She kind of reminded me of a hedgehog the way she’d curled up in one of the plastic chairs. Harley had her make-up bag and a mirror out, and was busy paintin
