Jason’s POV
Two days passed before the call Hunter promised came. I was in the living room, flipping through an old magazine that someone; maybe Dad or Mom, had left behind in the cabin because I was done with reading the book I brought with me, and there was nothing left to read.
Cara was busy wiping down the counters in the kitchen, for the third time this morning, humming to herself. The landline on the table near the sofa rang sharply, cutting through the quiet morning.
I frowned. No one ever called the landline except for a few people who knew where we were, and the few people meant, just my parents, Dean, and Hunter. I stood up, intending to grab the phone quickly. But before I could take two steps, Cara walked over, her curiosity clearly piqued.
“I’ll get it,” she said, p
