Jason’s POV
I sensed that something was wrong before I even entered the cabin. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, just a feeling, a small knot in my chest that tightened the closer I got.
The wind had picked up since I left that morning, rustling through the trees and scattering leaves across the trail. The sky, once clear, was shifting, with streaks of gray clouds creeping in from the west.
As I got out of the car, I shifted the paper bags in my arms, balancing them, and then I walked up to the cabin and climbed the steps up to the front door.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt it again, something was off but I wasn’t sure what it was. The air felt too still, too quiet, as though the place had been holding its breath. Shaking off the feeling, I set the groceries down o
