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“What’s wrong, Gemma?” Jesse came around the fireplace.

She sat up and drew her knees up under her cloak. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You use that word far too often. How can you be fine?”

“You have a point. I would love a cup of hot tea and a cracker. Any chance that Dale left some in his toolbox?”

“I’ll check. Chamomile or Earl Grey?”

Her eyes widened with surprise. “Jesse Crump has a sense of humor.”

“Don’t look so amazed.” He stoked the fire.

“I noticed it was snowing again while I was on the porch. Heavily. No one will be able to follow our tracks, will they?”

“Nope.” At least she understood why help wouldn’t be coming.

“So, what do we do?”

“The hardest thing of all in a survival situation. Stay put.”

Her eyes grew wide. “When you say survival situation, are you telling me that we are in serious trouble?”

There was a long silence. “Ja. We are.”