I don’t know how long I waited, but I did without making a sound. The only sound I heard came from the forest. Later, I heard something different from the chirping birds. I heard footsteps, deliberate and fast, but too heavy for an animal.
I ducked lower behind the tree, clutching Martin’s phone to my chest. Every horror movie I've ever seen screamed in my head. ‘Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.’
But then, I heard my name. “Mirabella!” The familiar voice cut through the air.
“Mirabella, it’s me, Marcus!” the voice came again.
Relief hit me like a wave, and I almost cried. Almost.
I peeked out from behind the tree, and there he was. Marcus was dressed in all black, like he was ready for war. His face was tight with focus, but the moment he saw me, it softened.
“I’ve got you,” he said
