Emily woke up to outside the cabin rustling. Her pulse thumping in her chest, she reached out for Daniel automatically but the bed beside her was chilly and empty. Fear seized her and her gut knotted. She sat up, staring towards the window, where the early morning light poured gentle golden tones over the room through the thick drapes. Though Emily's intuition shouted that something was wrong, outside the world was still calm.
She got out of bed and softly threw her feet on the chilly hardwood floor. Her breath stopped as she tiptoed towards the window, pulling the curtain away just long enough to see out. Her heart in her throat, her eyes peered about, half-expected to see danger hiding in the darkness. Still, nothing was evident. The only things moving softly in the breeze are the tree
