We drive for over half an hour, the residential streets giving way to fields and trees. I’m starting to consider that I might actually be being kidn*pped when Ryker indicates to the right, turning into the barely visible dirt track that is there. The mud is filled with holes, the truck rocking back and forth as we slowly make our way through the trees that hang overhead. Ryker was right, there was no way that my mother’s car would have survived on this road, I’d have been calling a tow truck to haul me out of here.
Ten minutes of driving through foliage, the way in front suddenly opens up into a large expanse of land with a large wooden house in the centre.
I lean forward instinctively, taking in the two story rustic home, I had no idea that this area existed, how Ryker found it I will n
