CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
After the cab dropped her off, Riley quickly settled on one of the cheapest cars in rental lot. It was a beat-up little hatchback, a no-fringe vehicle even its better days, and those days were in the past. But at least Riley could afford the one-day rent on this one.
After just a few minutes on the road, the engine grumbled a little. It seemed almost as if the car was reluctant and apprehensive—just like Riley herself felt.
Riley’s visits to her father’s cabin had seldom ended well. Her father was anything but a kindly, nurturing presence in her life—or in anyone else’s life, for that matter.
So why am I going up there to see him? she asked herself. Then she laughed lightly, realizing that she asked herself that every time she drove up this mountain.
Maybe because
