Sofia’s POV

The coordinates led me to absolutely nothing.

Well, not nothing—there were trees. A whole lot of them. Miles of tall, dark green trees that all started to look the same after two hours of driving.

But the cabin from the photo? The one where Calla might be? It wasn't there. The spot on my map was just more forest.

“Fantastic,” I muttered, standing beside my car on a dirt road that barely qualified as a road. “Just perfect. I’ve officially become the idiot in a horror ...