Macon Forrester  

The drive up to Enora’s cabin was a lot longer than I remembered it being. At least it was with Eden in the car. I had never spent that much time with the girl so I didn’t really know anything about her.

What I did find out about her was that she was a chatterbox. She talked endlessly about everything that had happened to her, wondering if she were doing the right thing by going to Enora. Or if she should have left everything alone. Because, she ...