Chapter 34Jeremy made his way closer to the hunting shack. It sat in somewhat of a valley. It was nestled between trees, wood was chopped and stacked under a taut tarp. The front porch had two Adirondack chairs side by side.
Greta couldn't be inside.
The place looked … normal.
The throb inside his head had subsided. The pain was nearly gone.
This was wrong—him out here, pretty much lost in the woods—all wrong.
He should turn around.
If Uncle Jack realized he was missing, he'd be worried. They needed to sit down again and talk.
He was losing his mind.
Had he ever been in control of anything?
Jeremy climbed the two steps up onto the porch. His boots sounded like thunder on the wood. He winced. If anyone was inside, they'd hear him. People in the mountains had rifles and shotguns and
