Cecilia

As the evening sun continued to warm the air, I stood on the deck. Lifting my face, I enjoyed the breeze upon my skin and blowing my hair. I’d come outside because watching Greyson work was getting arduous, making me feel useless. If I were at Dellinger, I could be actively tracking down leads, talking to security, and finding answers. Instead, I was in the middle of a giant forest.

Pushing those thoughts away, I concentrated on the almost extinguished fire within the ...