45 Devil’s Backbone State ForestSusan had no idea how long she lay in the grass on top of the rock ledge. At first she was shaking so badly she thought for sure he could hear her teeth chattering in fear. She bit back the whimpers that came without warning. Her only salvation was the increasing rumble of the approaching thunderstorm.
But even after she heard the car drive off, she didn’t trust that he was gone. She imagined him waiting for her. She could almost feel him watching. Somehow she had found the courage to move. Perhaps it was the lightning. It had gotten so dark she wasn’t sure if it was afternoon or evening.
Still, she stayed low. She belly-crawled, using her elbows to pull herself through the grass and continuing when the grass gave way to hard rock, scraping her skin raw.
