Chapter 82: ViolettaThe smell of woodsmoke and damp pine needles fills the crisp mountain air. The sun is dipping low beneath the jagged edge of the valley, casting a fiery wash of orange and deep purple across the canvas of the sky. We are miles away from the apartment building, miles away from the workshop, and miles away from the ghosts of a past that no longer carries any data over our lives."If Eli tries to pitch that tent using a standard car jack one more time, I am going to legally change my name," Liz yells from her spot near the roaring fire pit.She is sitting cross-legged on a plaid blanket, her pink hair clip catching the bright orange glow of the embers as she carefully sharpens a roasting stick. Down by the clearing, Eli lets out a loud, booming laugh that rattles through the pine trees. He is standing over a pile of canvas and fiberglass poles, his frame hunched over as he shakes his head at Liz. "The jack is for leverage, Liz!" Eli throws back, a brilliant, caref
Read more
