As I navigated my car along the winding path through the woods leading to Liam Harrington's place, I couldn't help but chuckle at my own driving skills. After nearly a decade in New York City, where my main mode of transportation was my own two feet or the occasional subway ride, driving in the rural setting of Maple Falls felt like relearning an old dance – familiar yet oddly clumsy.

The dense forest canopy stretched above the narrow road, the dappled sunlight playing hide and seek ...