With my fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, I leaned back further into my seat, bones aching, throat itching as I drove towards the middle of nowhere. Although I ached a little, I was wide awake, and highly alert; the only comfortable sensation that comes after sundown. But not even that comfortable feeling could push away the guilt and, dare I say it, nervousness.
I pulled over on the side of the road and got out of the car, leaving the door open as I wandered a few steps towards the outskirts of a forest. I scanned the trees, searching for-
There it was; a red ribbon laced tightly around a branch at the top of the tree. Knowing I was going the right way, I got back in my car and continued driving.
Only going at thirty miles per hour, I was able to loosen my grip on the
