Chapter 100
John followed Hugh and Branwen along the trail behind Elizabeth’s house the next morning, all of them carrying ropes, flashlights, thick leather gloves. Everything they found in the garden shed to convince themselves this expedition was a bit less risky. As pathetic as the supplies seemed, they were a tiny bit better than nothing.
They’d done everything possible to get ready for walking into the unknown, at least as much as they could when the unknown swirled around them every day now.
The morning wasn’t nearly as cold, but the gray sky promised they would need the heavy coats and gloves, if not in the cave then on the way back. The damp wind was strong, kicking up pine needles and dirt all around them.
The trail ran through a stand of tall pine trees, the graceful curving
