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BECK: No idea. Didn’t exactly stop and introduce myself.

I stare at the screen.

ME: Stay away from her.

The second I send it, I regret it.

BECK: LOL. Possessive.

Fuck. He’ll never let me live this down.

ME: Fuck you.

I toss the phone on the couch.

Callie's none of my business. She can do whatever she wants. With whoever she wants.

I stare at the phone. My jaw aches from clenching it.

I fucking hate Halloween.

By ten thirty, I've cleaned my gun. It didn’t need cleaning, but I have nothing better to do.

I walk the perimeter inside the cabin, then outside.

Everything is calm and still.

When I come back inside, I check the cabin locks. All are secure.

I check my phone. Nothing from Beck.

Good. I don't want to hear from him.

I open the refrigerator again. Still the same fucking food.

I make a sandwich and eat half of it standing over the sink.

The action movie ended at some point. Now there's another horror movie playing. A woman is running through the woods while a masked man chases her.

I stop chewing.

For fuck's sake.

I change the channel.

A commercial shows a couple dressed like vampires, kissing.

Next.

A Halloween party.

Next.

Another fucking cat.

I turn the television off.

Silence fills the cabin. Somehow, that's worse.