The air smelled different. Not city air or modern life. This air was carrying the scent of woodsmoke and pine.
Annie opened her eyes and found herself standing in a forest clearing.
A real forest-the kind that existed before good roads and cars or phones were invented. The trees were massive, their branches forming a canopy so thick. The ground beneath her feet was soft.
She looked down at herself and gasped.
She was wearing a dress. Not a modern dress-this was something else entirely. Heavy fabric in a deep forest green, with long sleeves that came to points over the backs of her hands. The neckline was modest and tied with a leather cord. The skirt fell all the way to her ankles.
Her hands were rough. Her nails were short, not painted, with dirt permanently lodged under
