Days passed. Michelle learned the bunker’s layout: a main living area with a jigsaw puzzle of a sailboat on a card table, a pantry stacked with canned chili and powdered milk, a radio that only hissed static. And Emmett, the young man from town, who’d helped Howard build the place. Emmett had a bruised rib and a nervous laugh. He believed Howard.
He was wrong. But now, for the first time, she knew exactly what she was running from. And she drove straight toward it. 10 Cloverfield Lane
She didn’t sleep.
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