Kelsey let out a sharp, choked sound.

It wasn’t a sob. It was a sound of pure disgust.

“You idiot,” she spat at Trevor. “You absolute idiot.”

“I was trying to build something!” Trevor screamed, his composure finally breaking. “We were supposed to be partners!”

“You ruined us,” she said.

She stepped toward him and struck him across the face.

The crack of her hand against his cheek was louder than the rain.

Trevor didn’t move. He just stared at her, his jaw clenched.

Then Kelsey turned on me.

Her face was twisted with a rage that seemed even deeper than her anger at Trevor.

“And you,” she hissed, pointing a shaking finger at my chest. “You had to prove you were right, didn’t you?”

“Kelsey, he stole your money,” I said.

“If you had just given us the cabin, none of this would have happened!” she screamed.

She stepped closer, her chest heaving.

“You kept it out of spite,” she said. “You sat up here in your little wood house, playing the martyr, while the rest of us were drowning.”