Scarlett POV
Outside, the water had gone flat and dark.
Storm coming.
I began ripping the house apart, searching for any communication equipment.
Even if he was crazy enough to want to stay forever, someone still had to bring food and fuel.
I opened every cabinet in the closet, then moved through the rest of the rooms.
I started knocking on walls the way people did in movies, hunting for a hidden panel.
“Scarlett. What are you doing?”
I’d been at it long enough to wake him.
We locked eyes.
His face was calm. I did not know how much he’d seen.
Embarrassment flickered, then died. Survival first.
“If I can’t find a phone, I’m burning the supplies. I don’t think you want to starve out here with me.”
I left the threat hanging and went looking for the storage room.
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