"Dwight," Meg began, her voice dangerously low. "What did you do to my wallet?"
"Meg, we're in hell," he said. "Your wallet doesn't do anything but weigh you down. What were you thinking, asking Claudette to hang back with you until you found it? Are you worried The Wraith's going(more) to use your credit card or something?"
"You're such an ass," Meg snapped, ignoring Claudette and Jake's wide eyes. Even Ace sat up straighter, glancing between the bickering pair and Bill to see if he needed to interfere or not. When the older man didn't move, only scowled at Dwight, he sat back down.
Meg growled and stepped forward. She kicked a pile of dirt and ash from the fire into Dwight's face. "My family pictures were in my wallet, you ass!" she snapped at last, turning away before anyone could notice the tears in her eyes.
They were all gone.
Meg didn't know how long she cried for, only that her throat hurt and her eyes were dry after she was finished.
She started at the voice, turning to see Nea squatting down a few feet away. "That was a real shit move of him."
"I don't need you to tell me that," Meg mumbled, rubbing at her eyes. "I-sorry. I'm just upset."
"Your words didn't bite. No worries. Can I come closer?"
After a second, Meg shrugged. "I don't care."
Nea moved to sit behind Meg, so their backs were up against each other. "They're still in your memories," Nea said at last. "They didn't exist in that wallet. They exist in your head."
Meg felt a sob catch in her throat again. "It felt like that was my last connection to them. Now it's all gone."
She felt Nea turn and pull her into a hug. (less)