Chapter 17
THE CABINS ARE DARK, even in the light of day. Cate doesn’t like this area of the property. There are terrors around every corner. She keeps flashing back to the dream she had where, in her mind, she kept telling Fawn to weave through the cabins, don’t go around them. Don’t go through the woods.
Bev’s voice emerges from one of the boxy outbuildings. “You’re up early.”
Cate jumps, spilling hot tea across her wrist. Moving the mug to her other hand, she shakes off the beige liquid. “Yeah, well, Kenny saw to it with that tile saw. Is there any reason he set it up beneath our window?”
“Ground must be flatter there,” Bev says from deep inside the cabin. “Out here there are roots all over. Wouldn’t be stable.”
“I’ll tell you who’s not stable: I’m not stable, that’s who.
