CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Riley found herself in a vast, dimly lit expanse. On all sides, the space faded away into darkness.
Where am I? she wondered. What is this place?
She looked down and saw that she was standing on a well-worn floor made of broad oak boards.
She knew this floor from somewhere.
Then she realized—it was the floor of her father’s cabin.
But why was the cabin now so huge?
She looked around again and a familiar sight caught her eye. Now a rugged man was sitting on a stool facing away from her, skinning a dead squirrel that he was about to toss onto a pile of naked squirrel carcasses.
She’d seen her father do this many times.
“Daddy?” Riley asked.
The man turned to look at her.
But it wasn’t her father.
Instead, she saw the darker visage of Shane Hatcher.
He smiled
