Julia
“Please, let's go home," I said again, unable to ignore the growing sense of dread. Its dark tentacles stretched beneath my skin. “You can make me forget about everything there. I know you can."
“This is wrong, Julia. You shouldn't be afraid here. Don't let anyone have that kind of control."
“We'll come back tomorrow…when it's light."
I followed Van's lead, lifting my chin and peering up at the light gray smoke contrasting the black velvet sky as fright gave way to concern. “The Christmas tree is in there. It's probably all dried out by now. A fire shouldn't be left burning."
Van kissed my forehead. “Go back to the truck."
“What if there's someone with a gun, maybe a hunter or someone worse?"
“There's no car or truck." He looked around the side of the cabin. “Not even a sno
