“The path is getting steeper. I don’t know how much farther Talin and Fulton can pull the van,” Quint said, turning to face us as he spoke.
I’d been so focused on my conversation with Jonah, I hadn’t noticed the change in elevation. Pops had told me that my parents’ house was a bit higher in elevation than Jonah’s house, but that elevation change was so gradual it was barely noticed. This one was more drastic. Pops had said my great-great-great-grandparents had built their house on the highest point in the property. I could see now that he was right.
Not only had the elevation changed, but the ground underfoot was no longer a road, or at least not one used in the last century. The dead leaves crunched with each step we took. To my right and left there were trees in rows. The memory of cr
