What We Did to Survive

My bad. When the yelling stopped, I thought you two might have killed each other down here,” Emmy says. “So sorry for interrupting you and your secret kissing. When you’re done stabbing me in the back, I’ll be on deck.”

“Stabbing you in the back?” Jackson says. “Could you be any more dramatic?”

“You’re really going to say that to me after what I just saw?” she shouts, climbing down the stairs. Her voice echoes the inside the boat. “How long has this been going on?”

“A couple months,” Jackson admits at the same time I say, “Three minutes.”