Chapter Eighty-Five- Adriana Gervais- 19 yrs old

The door closed behind her and, once the lock was in place, Ana leaned against it. A long, slow, tortured sigh came from her, and she said to the empty cabin. “That’s another steppingstone down the path to destruction. But if it’s all like that, it’ll be worth it.” George had left the backpack inside the cabin when he opened the door. Ana moved it out of the way and kicked off her heels. Did she have the time to bathe before George returned?

Maybe if she was quick. She could wash her pants and shirt while she was at it. They’d go into the backpack damp, but at least they’d be clean. Her jacket was another story. That she’d need to find someone that cleaned leather to remove the smell from it if airing it out didn’t work.

Ana didn’t want to remove too many things right now from the bag because if they needed to flee the boat early, it they might force them to leave something behind.

That’s when she decided that bat