“I think I made another mistake. Are you mad at
me?”
LOGAN
Since
I have no choice, I’m ready at five thirty the next morning. I like to take my
time before I start my day, but I can also get ready in record time if
necessary, so I only need fifteen minutes to prepare for our hike. Logan is
wearing a particularly broad grin when I open the door, which awakens my
distrust. I wonder what he has in mind.
The
only things I take with me are a small bag with a bottle of water, lip balm,
and my camera because, according to Logan, we’ll have the opportunity to find
food and drink on the way. He assures me that the trail isn’t too difficult,
despite his mother’s claims.
It
starts two miles north of downtown, and because I studied it a little bit last
night, I know we’re going to come
