Wyatt:
The sun rose when we got here and fell when I woke up. I slipped from the huddled warmth between us, wincing with every step. The steam of the shower filling the small bathroom provided me with some type of comfort. My muscles ached into my bones, and I hated knowing they would feel this way when the others woke up, too.
I watched the water-colored red and brown slide into the drain beneath me. How am I still dirty? We all took turns showering when we got here. But this water looked like I had yet to see water and soap. Memories of last night played through my head, and even with the comfort of the shower and knowing we were all back together and safe, something felt off.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Macy's sweet voice pulled me back from my trance created by the blood and dirty
