CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
It was no walk that Charlotte took, but a run. She’d gone upstairs, changed into running gear, and with water, her phone and keys headed out again. There was a couple of hours daylight left, although the pool itself would be cast into darkness first with its ring of cliffs and trees.
Running was good. She wasn’t a runner as such, but in times of stress she used it as a way to disperse unwanted negative energy. In the past she’d barely controlled the need to run, sometimes taking off with no sense of direction. In fact, the first time she’d gone to the falls, it was after a melt-down. It was late at night and she’d had the unfortunate experience of encountering Sid on her way home.
Once she reached the lookout, Charlotte stopped. Her muscles screamed about their lack
