Greyson

My heart thumped against my breastbone as I gripped the steering wheel.

What the fuck happened?

Who found the cabin?

How had they found it?

Maybe it was an anomaly—a bird or perhaps a deer ran through the web.

“Did you use the phone?” I asked. “Did you call while I was in the store?”

“No.” Her voice was indignant. “I told you I wouldn’t.”

Inhaling, I reminded myself that there were some people in this world ...