102Becca woke from a troubled sleep. Every time the old cabin creaked during the night, she'd jumped, sure he had found her. Twice she'd bolted upright, frantic, the bedspread pressing against her throat, a feeling not unlike his hands compressing her windpipe. Gaby had repeatedly calmed her.
When Becca finally got out of bed, Gaby and Walt were gone. She panicked briefly, but then considered whether her husband was stupid enough—or angry enough—to attack her in broad daylight. When she entered the living room, she found a brief note saying they didn't want to disturb her and that they were in the dining room.
Becca dressed, left the cabin, and walked in bright sunshine along the path to the front door. She paused halfway and looked around. Was someone watching her or was she over-reacti
