Unwelcome Guest

The outskirts were thick with the night air, distant rustling, the occasional hooting of an owl, and the unsettling silence that seemed to press against the walls of the abandoned safe house. The small, ramshackle cabin wasn't much, but it was hidden well enough for them to catch their breath and lay low. They needed a place to think, to plan. But once inside, it seemed the walls did close in almost.

Flora just couldn't shake off the feeling. It was all getting to her, ...