End Game
Quinn finishes her water and puts the empty bottle in her bag.
“I have to pee.”
“Go in the woods,” I tell her, waving my hand at the trees behind us.
“Keep watch and make sure no one is coming?”
“Okay.” I finish my food and get up, looking down the path. There’s no one in sight. Quinn goes a few yards away just in case, and once she’s out of sight, I carefully pull her grandmother’s ring from my pocket. It’s in a little velvet bag, but I’m still scared of losing it.