Logan pulled the boat firmly ashore and then led the way up the winding, overgrown path. Birds whistled from the trees and insects buzzed in the bushes, and the whole island seemed to sway in the gentle breeze. The land mass was not large, and before long they arrived at a small log cabin which sat more or less in the center. It did not look as though anyone had been there recently. There was no firewood stacked against the rear wall beneath the little roof there. Kylie shivered and hugged herself as they followed the path around to the front. Little square windows winked at her on either side of the stout door. It was not locked from the inside, but rather held shut by a rotating tab of wood on the outside. Logan twisted it open and stepped inside.
The log cabin's interior was surprising
