ELIANA.

The sun was out.

I was walking through the woods when I pulled out my phone to dial Denver. I found myself constantly looking over my shoulders in search of Blake. Our encounter earlier was somehow all I could think about.

A sigh escaped my lips as soon as my cabin came into sight. Only God knew how many miles I walked to get here. Beep. Beep.

Denver wasn't answering.

I called again tirelessly, and again until the line went through.

"Hello" But it ...