I'm not proud to admit it, but last night I ran away from Adam and Liz and locked the door to my room behind me.

I ducked under the duvet.

Well, scratch you will in cover that should be a duvet and shut my eyes.

But I couldn't sleep.

Maybe I'll just sit in this bed for the rest of my life and Adam will leave and Mike and I will stay married and I can just waste away without a care in the world.

Rats, Mildew, Termite, says, go.

All right, Mildo, it is. Cabin 3.

That's for the best, I think.

I'll go in there and move the furniture around to hide the mold stains.

Okay, hurry.

We promised we'd have Adam's cabin ready first thing this morning

and check the putty and the water tank in the women's cabin while you're at it.

Thank you.

Come on, Millie, you can do it.

It's morning now. You have to face them.

Oh, just thinking of Adam sleeping on the couch, my blood starts to boil again.

Why is he here?

You know what?

Maybe for once in my life I shouldn't try to control my emotions.

I'm up, Adam. I'm coming.

Oh, it's you, Millie, honey. Did you sleep okay?

You know, I was about to apologize to you at dinner.

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