Listening some more, she heard nothing. Maybe it had simply been the wind pushing against the creaky door to the cabin. It wasn’t as if there weren’t sounds all around her—the wind coursing through the trees, gusting against the small cabin. It was still pretty miserable weather.
Beatrice lay in the bed a few more minutes to see if she could fall back asleep again. She didn’t seem to be able, though. She pushed away her coat sleeve and glove to see what time it was. She raised her eyebrows. An entire hour had passed. She’d clearly really needed that sleep.
Beatrice got up and collected her blankets to take back with her to the lodge. Then she opened the cabin door and stared.
There were footprints outside. Footprints leading not only to the cabin, but footprints away, too.
Beatrice
