CHAPTER 8
Micah had parked his car on the old track that, many years ago, had once cut a path straight through to the old Birch estate. But like everything else belonging to that line, it had been left to decay. Until today he hadn’t even stepped foot upon this land for over twenty years, but aside from the track being consumed by nature, and the shrubs and trees thriving, the area hadn’t changed at all. It had always been rich with nature’s glory.
Crickets sang in a dangerous chorus while the frogs ventured from the nearby river in search of food lured by their song. He closed his eyes, for a moment forgetting the fact he had a heavily sedated young woman being buckled into his car. He reached out, grasping Freya’s hand as she stepped away from clipping Jesse into the middle seat.
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