*Hattie*
The light of the rising moon, a few stars, and a couple of old flashlights we found in the garage light the way as we take the path Aunt Ida mentioned leads to the old cottage. It’s early evening, not quite dark, but we wanted to be prepared. I take my time, even though I’m excited to see the place, not wanting to trip and hurt myself. I’ve been known to be a bit klutzy, after all, and this is no time for a twisted ankle.
“Are you sure it’s even legal for us to be wandering around out here?” Nina hangs behind me, clearly still frightened.
I shake my head at her for about the tenth time. “We’re still on Monroe property. There’s nothing stopping us from exploring.”
“Except a forest,” she complains, stopping and putting her hands on her hips. “Aunt Ida made it sound like it was j
