Chapter Six
Margo raised her head, fully expecting to see her late grandmother beckoning her from the gates of Heaven. What she saw instead was her partner brightly illuminated by the headlights of a stationary vehicle.
Deanna shielded her eyes as she scanned the entrance to the woods, calling out, “Margo! I got the car running. We don't need a cell signal. We can go now.”
The moment Margo heard Deanna's voice, she no longer felt injured or exhausted, much less on death's doorstep. Whatever had been chasing her was no longer at her back. The night felt quiet, even serene. She picked herself up off the forest floor and dusted dead leaves from her best pair of trousers. They were slick with the juice of raw decay, but she thought she'd sliced them open on thorns as she raced throu
