Tobias
The road wound tighter the higher we climbed, all cracked pavement and blind turns, hemmed in by pines that clawed at the sky like angry fingers. Four hours. That’s how long I’d been driving. Four hours of silence, rage, and the suffocating weight of what-ifs.
I gripped the wheel tighter.
By the time the trees thinned and the gravel crunched beneath the tires, the sun was starting to dip low behind the mountain ridge. And there it was.
The cabin.
Her parents’ old place.
I parked, killed the engine. Brent slid out on the passenger side, sniffing the air like the trained scout he was. I didn’t wait for a report. I was already moving, boots crunching through brittle leaves toward the porch.
The door was half open.
“f**k,” I muttered, shoving it all the way open.
Inside was… ch
